The narrative about “damaged goods,” is real and destructive as hell. Even well-meaning people, people who truly DON’T intend to be awful, buy into it. And thank you. <3

You’d be surprised. I don’t come from the foster system, but I have a pretty rough background—physical and sexual abuse, homelessness, etc. I’ve had friends and lovers wield it against me in that way—that because I did something they don’t like, it’s because something BAD happened to me and I must not KNOW better…

This made a lot of sense and was extremely accurate, as far as I can tell. Eesh. You’re good!

i am sitting at home, elevating a bum foot, and binge watching game of thrones while folding laundry and working on etsy shop goods. solidarity on your lack of lakehouse. <3

I LIKE THIS GAME.

GPOY

Seriously.

i don’t know why but this comment made me literally laugh out loud and now i can’t stop

I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS

The worst part about all of these people is that they genuinely think they are VERY smart.

I work for a tech company and just caught up. Too accurate. Too fucking accurate.

“Pro-legalization folks would do better to hammer on that message that legalization protects the vulnerable better than any other model, and stop trying to convince us that we’re just silly prudes for refusing to admit that there are no larger ramifications involved with how we treat the intersection of money, power,…

But why didn’t she, like, predict it with her womanly intuition and set up a reality TV show so that she could catch it on camera AND make a profit?

Mostly this.

based on how much you like to hear yourself talk, i totally believe in your credibility and expertise on this subject.

Charlotte Shane recently wrote about this in her book. “Your love exists for you.” and something about being the subject, not the object.

You’re right. That’s a SUPER new thing. Wow. Such insight.

Sounds like Khloe has found one of the anon programs. Good for her. This is hard.

As someone who has dated a lot of older dudes:

Thank you. This is such a pet peeve of mine.