But we are rioting. We are still rioting.

General strike. Shut EVERYTHING down. We cannot let this go any further. Everyone in the streets. See you there!

Jew, reporting in! Guess who has two thumbs, a futon, and endless empathy for a refugee narrative? *this mensch*

I feel like it’s already burning. We’re all laughing about how vain and childish Trump is to be claiming that “millions” of “illegals” voting is why he lost the popular vote, but that lie, spun to shield his fragile ego, will no doubt also be deployed as a GOP justification for further restricting voter laws, and…

Since Jane who very much is an ignorant slut dismissed my comment, I’ll repost it here:

I live around people who voted for Trump and I know many of them will not want to listen to me. I’m an American Indian woman with a Hispanic last name. I’m also well educated and a feminist. There are so many things I am that is wrong to them.

i’m trying to buy a house right now.

Seriously at this point how the fuck is this real life. It’s too much to absorb. Like my new reality has shifted too quickly and I can’t fucking handle it. If I had the money I seriously would just go and herd cows at this point. The world has gone fucking mad.

I’m going to go ahead and say none. I have spanked my child, exactly twice. He was a toddler (almost a preschooler: around when he just turned 3 years old), going through a very aggressive period—which to this day remains unexplained, even by a psychologist we saw. The first time I spanked him, he had just grabbed my…

Any stories that Jezebel publishes about money and poverty as it relates to all kinds of women are stories I want to read. There’s so much shame and secrecy about finances in our culture, and stories like this have a way of lancing those boils and making everything clearer and easier for everybody.

I’m almost out of words, it’s so desperately enraging. Just say you don’t see women as people, so violations of their bodies aren’t really crimes. Just fucking say it, dick.

“that person has, like, no moral standards”

So a rapist who drags a stranger off the street—which is a very small percent of them—has, like, no moral standards, but a man who rapes his ex-girlfriend, a co-worker, a woman who accepted a date with him, a woman who thought he was her friend, his own wife, his teenaged cousin, an unconscious woman at a party; those…

If by living he means stumbling around in stained sweats with circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, while my kidless friends go on a girl’s weekend to Vegas, then absolutely!

You don’t CONTROL her. And she doesn’t need your FEEDBACK. She can have a child ANY TIME, ANY PLACE she wants. ALRIGHT? Your opinion DOESN’T REALLY MATTER.

Omg, what a fucking mess. I’m glad you and the fiancé are on the same page however. Here’s my take:

I’m not married or a mother yet, and my own mom (married to my dad for 33 years) seems happy with her life. But she has mentioned to me that she felt like part of her identity was erased when my sister and I were little. Like she stopped being a person and became Julie’s Mom.

Just to say it- your response to this piece ( I am sensitive to writing by young feminists that seemingly put down the married-with-childrens and I didn’t get that from this piece) actually suggests to me that you might be grappling with your feminism in relation to motherhood and marriage in ways that maybe you…

Preach it, my sister.

Wow. What a powerful, thoughtful piece. One of the best things I’ve read here in a while. Will certainly digest and re-read. Thank you.