Thank you for making me laugh today.

I don’t tend to get excited about violence, but your advice made me do this:

Assuming that the ass-pinching has to happen to begin with, this story is exactly how it should always go, no matter how old the female in question is.

You know, I wonder how long that type of vigilante justice response to rape and assault would take to make men fall into line...

He wasn’t. I was told to stop being so flirtatious and make sure my uniform shirt was completely buttoned up when I came into work (it was a button down and I wore a tank top underneath every day, often came in before shift started with my uniform shirt unbuttoned). He was told not to talk to me anymore. In hindsight,…

Joke answer: the whole Seinfeld bit with the reason construction workers yell at women and men honk in their cars at women are the best ideas they’ve had so far.

“If they can make it legal to shoot someone who’s knocking on your door, it needs to be legal to fend off a guy who’s grabbing your privates.”

Hell yes, man. I have a daughter and a son and I’m constantly like, “oh, she punched you? Ok. Well remember when she told you to stop thirty seconds ago and you ignored her? Not cool.”

Bright side: were all nuked into oblivion before we have a chance to need healthcare and good rehabs anyway.

When my coworker grabbed my tit at work I pummeled him. Not in the balls, but pretty much everywhere I could land one. But that’s not necessarily the standard response. Other times have prompted different reactions from me.

For after the fact clarification: when I said “first man,” I meant from here on out, not that I’ve never dealt with grabbing before. I can see how you misunderstood that.

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. I am so sorry that happened to you.

Sounds like I’m probably about your age and yes, it’s happened to me more than once in different settings. On one occasion I responded similarly to this; on another I did not (something that we then get to feel shame about after the fact, which is fucking awesome).

It happened to me about fifteen years ago. I pummeled the dude and then reported it (he was a coworker). Shocker: I was told it was my flirtatious behavior that invited it.

Quicker getaway than more complicated methods. Also, I’m a weenie when it comes to bloodshed.

Deal.

I mean, in this hypothetical scenario I was so clearly asking for it, so how unfair to hurt the man that was only following my signals, like being within fifty feet of him while in possession of a pussy. Let’s keep in mind who the REAL victims are.

First man that grabs my pussy will hAve to seek medical attention in order to retrieve his balls from his throat, which is where their final resting place will be from me kicking them so hard.

I hear you about this not really having much weight when it comes to the abortion debate and the whole “when does life begin” thing. Honestly, I don’t even give two shits about when life begins or what the alleged “universal indicator” of life is. All the answers seem to be “brain activity” essentially and yeah, i…

Oh, she’s NOT a supporter? I couldn’t tell. You know, what with the supportive “leave Donald alone” stuff.