Me too. He’s obviously troubled.

Well, that was dickish.

ok carrie bradshaw

I mean, but “diva” can also be code for “Woman Who Wants Shit Done Correctly,” in a business setting, particularly a showbiz one. It’s just another form of “bitch” when you’re not like, coddling and friendly, just trying to get your shit done without having to hold anyone’s hand in the process.

Well, yeah. We’re predators. Which, considering what squishy vulnerable beasts we are, is pretty fucking impressive.

WHICH IS A COMPLIMENT

But isn’t that what makes it perfect? It was a joke for black folks at a largely white event. Another iteration of Not Everything Is For You, White People.

I disagree with this entirely. I feel like this totally ignores the autonomy of the other person; by keeping the secret, they are not allowing me to make an informed choice about the relationship I’ve invested myself in. I want that choice. Preventing me from having that option is totally disrespectful.

OH MY FUCKING GOD I JUST WROTE A MASSIVE ASS ESSAY THAT QUOTES I LOVE DICK BECAUSE I JUST READ IT AND IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD

This has been my MO for ages. I was also raised in a family of men (all brothers, all boy cousins) and it taught me that I don’t fucking CARE if you think I’m aggressive, I am going to fight for my right to my own humanity and my ability to speak. If you don’t like it, then stop fucking talking to me. Period. And the…

I’m also part of the Weird Fetishes Social Grouping and yeah, it amazes me how people are like HOW IS THIS A THING?

Me too. We want to be special, you know? We think we’re gonna save them—and they lead us to believe that because they are soooooo charming.

that’s a book i would read.

“She is a great person who deserves a great boyfriend. I don’t get to be forgiven by Joanna and that is not anyone’s problem but mine. My punishment is that one of the coolest people on the planet dislikes me and I don’t get to have her friendship. I have to deal with that. No one else. I will absolutely continue to…

The thing is—I don’t mind it as a joke. You know, we all were a lot cuter when we were kids—because we were fucking kids. Babies are cute! But it was presented as “You were such a beautiful child. We just thought you’d turn out so much...more...well. You know.”

“You rarely hear stories about dads treating their sons like crap”

My mother offered to get me a tummy tuck when I was nineteen, so “men would like me better.” After I got mugged and my nose was broken, she told me I probably would want to consider a rhinoplasty.

I understand this, but the truth is that someone having older parents is not a guarantee they’ll be lost earlier. People die all the time—my father died in his early fifties (and I was nineteen). It can happen earlier—and it will happen inevitably no matter how you slice it. It’s not great, but it’s reality.

https://t.co/c2KllQBgtq there were a bunch of responses to that that were spot on. therapy is NEEDED / man is bad person.