Exactly. Let them whine and stomp their little feet but don't respond to a single post.

That's what they are by definition. Weak, inadequate losers.

Because it's just so much fun to go through reporting a rape, being medically examined, questioned by police, cross examined, having the entire world know what you've been through. Women do it for kicks because I guess nothing's on TV. Fucking MRA idiots.

Heartless Bitches International has a whole section on them and has had since about 2000.

It must be circle-jerk Saturday.

Yes please do. PLEASE.

Of course they do. Professional fedora shoppers.

Oh please.

I apologize to the entire sorority here for that tale, BTW. Aranxa1 was correct. You do NOT want to play this game with us.

I thought I was too. That was probably the worst but there have been other cases that have come pretty damn close, believe it or not.

Oh come ON.

I'm a bit confused by what you mean by "her accomplishment". She put on a dress and a bathing suit. She didn't split the atom. I'm not trying to be snotty here but seriously dude...

What I think we can all agree on is that we, as women, regardless of our geographic location, go through life as prey because that's how some men see us. And we never know which ones. We always have to be vigilant, always have to be afraid. That not only makes me sad, it fills me with rage.

Dressing to impress? Shaving my legs so the hair doesn't poke through the pantyhose, the scary pants (Spanx), whatever skirt has the least amount of cat fur on it, something black on top, run a brush through my hair, slap some makeup on and a liberal application of self delusion. Et voila! La dolce vita!

Five minute routine: sunscreen, foundation, mascara, lipstick. As long as I'm not scaring wildlife or stopping clocks, I'm content to call it a win.

And my specialist has no sense of humour, which I think would have to be a requirement for a Crohn's doctor. When I'm having a flare, I call him up and say "Hey, do you have time to see another asshole before lunch?" and he *never* reacts.

And when I hung up, I laughed till I cried. Best. Revenge. Ever. I could practically hear his ego deflating over the phone.

Back at ya, girl.

You get all sorts of optional add ons with Crohns, including pulmonary embolisms, degenerative liver disease, avascular necrosis — AND you get to shit yourself demented. It's very glamorous.

Yup. I'll never forget the case where an 8 year old was raped with a plugged in curling iron. Not a game but we all had to just hold hands, sing kumbya and work like hell to get this guy convicted.