My friend worked in Pence’s congressional office and it is worth retelling that Jesus Mike doesn’t give two shits about anything women have to contribute. He wouldn’t ride alone in cars with any icky girls and would not sit with them in the front or back seat even if there were others present. Women held no senior…

I am in both the photo and the nightlife world (not so much the latter these days) and it does not surprise me whatsoever. In my city, there was one vile promoter who was just a terrible person (and most likely a serial rapist) and finally got his comeuppance. Here are three horrible stories (of many horrible ones):

This administration is just one enormous facepalm.

As someone who works in the photo biz, this story makes me sad on multiple levels.

So much this. My mother heads up a government department library - the number of times she is dismissed as a “librarian” while her male colleagues (who report to her) are referred to as “director” still astounds me. She though is entirely used to it - one colleague didn’t correct the politician who made the mistake,…

He walks right into every damn issue. Dude, we’ll stop making small hand jokes when you stop pointing them out.

Because women are not seen as professionals.

Lazy with a capital Z.

I swear to Gawd imma buy me a giant dildo and duct tape it to my groin just so I can function in this world.

Oh for fuckSAKE, brosephines. Look, cop to it, if you actually invited any female photographers at all, you invited ONE, and she couldn’t attend, and you had no Backup Token.

I cannot believe people like this. The bathroom is for pooping! Pooping on a desk? Not okay. Pooping in the conference room? Wrong! Behind a bush? Depends on the situation. In a bathroom? *Always* okay. This is the designated pooping location.

Once I was in the loo at the airport and I farted. A woman in another stall said loudly, “That’s disgusting! Who did that?”. I laughed so hard that I farted again and she declared, “I do not have to listen to this!” and stormed out.

Yes yes and yes.

Alison Brie voices her so well.

Your aboveground morals don’t hold sway. Down below there is only the fire.

Probably like a misguided Kickstarter.

Apparently all you have to do to compel Meryl Streep to star in a movie is trap her in a box with the script, so matters concerning autonomy are up in the air in Hollywoo.

Braff’s unceasing pleas for validation were perhaps the funniest lines in the episode.

“Listen to me, everyone. Please. I’m known for monologues that sum things up at the end of the show. I drive a Prius, which means I’m a good person. Let’s not surrender to our basest instincts. I know times are tough, but I’m sure if we band together and really concentrate on the problem at hand, we can, as a group of…