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Can we finally be civilized and declare Nov 4th a national holiday/service day/voting day? Everyone gets the day off to go vote and do laundry.

I've actually found that shrinking my wardrobe has the curious effect of making people think I'm MORE stylish. I spent a lot of time figuring out exactly what I should have in my wardrobe, and as a result it tends to be high-quality, well-fitted stuff that is within my color palette. People tend to notice that combo.

I've got the audiobooks of Cormoran Strike, so already have a voice in my head for him - but also can't quite pair up Idris Elba with a description of a hulking, ex-boxer type with "pube-like hair" who everyone thinks is not very attractive.

Pretty much every woman has had the experience of being pestered in a bar by a guy she doesn't want to talk to, who resists all dissuading even from female friends, and yet who reacts to the appearance of another male/boyfriend by vanishing. It's infuriating, but it's what happens, and it's entirely a reaction on the

I thought the same, and I think I've got the answer and it's somewhat diabolical: design a tech organization that relies heavily on outsourced work that you exclusively control, while also refusing to document what you're doing process and system-wise inside the company. If you manage to defer it long enough, you end

True, the tiny napoleon who persecuted me could have been due to something other than gender and I truly did ascribe a lot of this to my nationality, but when you put it together with a lot of other factors and behavioral tics it was pretty clear he was partly motivated by gender. He'd routinely champion any viewpoint

Enraging at the time, but I was also totally aware what was going on and that it really wasn't my fault. But it was also a start-up, which meant no HR, which meant absolutely no recourse. So looking back, probably Bossman and I are the only ones who know the details of that particular exchange, everyone else probably

I'm now a female lead and am irritated that I sense I'm too conciliatory. I am working on my deathstare, and think I'm getting better at it, but my favorite technique is the ruthlessly understanding interrogation: "Now tell me why you made that decision. Interesting. Did it have the impact you expected? And how did

Ha, I've lived it - that posting in India that I didn't get because I was a girl and it freaked out my boss to send a woman alone to India? The guy who DID get it went for six months, and when he came back... My boss called me into his office to tell me that the team I'd built in the guy's absence, that I'd staffed

Hey, if you asked the guys in my previous workplaces about sexism, there would have been varying responses - the plausible alternative explanations can be very tempting. But the key is that most of the time, it's done away from the eyes and ears of others, which is why when the woman comes back and describes it in a

There are good work environments out there. I'm in one now, you may very well be in one. My previous two? Medium and baaaaaad.

Are we talking about sexual harassment here or everyday sexism? Either way, the first thing you should do is keep an eye on the natural, knee-jerk reaction which is: "Are you sure there's not another explanation?"

"We are harassed too!" Gamergaters say. I have no doubt that's the case, and that sucks, too.

Can we just talk about how, at the time this was filmed, there was a corpse rotting in one of Dorian's trunks in that very room?

I get the impression that people are thinking she wants to shout "you shouldn't have gotten surgery!", whereas it's possible that she's mourning the loss of something unique and beautiful about a friend. It's hard to see a friend you think is lovely and wonderful do something that seems motivated out of fear,

I'm getting the impression that McDormand's concern is more expanded than the individual. It's worrying if, as a culture, we internalized youth-via-surgery so much that it becomes an expectation. Unlike makeup or Spanx, plastic surgery is permanent. There's something terrifying about an entire culture so unaccepting

Excuse me, Madam Lewis. If none of my friends with kids arrive to bitch in my kitchen, then I am solely surrounded by insipid assholes who weirdly pity me for not having children. No thank you. Bring on the horror puke stories.

I hated that fucking book from the start, and would actually get LECTURED by adult women about how it was a book about caring and selflessness and I really should think about the meaning more.

I've had a lot of discussions with friends about all of this stuff: birth plan, breastfeeding, co-sleeping with a sidecar, etc.