Good for them!
Good for them!
I mean....... After what she’s gone through, it’s no wonder she’d be taken with right-wing activism. It’s a pretty logical response to how awfully the Left treated her.
Either you support rape victims or you do not. That includes when the rapist is someone you admire, and the victim is someone you might not want to get coffee with. You still support the victim, and you fucking believe what they say.
Yup. And at the end of the day, people will value getting off (or making money on other people getting off) more than they value human lives.
This sounds about right. I don’t think a lot of porn viewers/aficionados understand that for most companies (probably all, lbr), terms like “body positive” “empowered consent” and “woman friendly” are all part of a larger advertising campaign that has zero to do with the actual workplace, and everything to do with…
This seems like the sort of thing that should have been in place from the get-go???? I mean, I’m glad they’re taking some steps to acknowledge the situation, but fuck. These sort of guidelines should be assumed. :(
I cannot think of a story more likely to be fucked up by Hollywood than that of Saartje Baartman.
Takes one to know one?
Not to support this failed hippo-human-cheezit clone... But he’s kind of right, at least about Bill Clinton being a probable sexual abuser.
YEAH. I FORGOT ABOUT THAT.
Advice from this New Yorker: stay home. Seriously. It’s cold and wet and gross out. For the price of cable and a working television set, you can watch the ball drop from the comfort of your own living room, in your pajamas. You can even watch it naked. You can get as drunk as you want. It’s honestly the best bargain…
I got overwhelmed and now I’m drinking prosecco in my bedroom, with my vibrator, hiding from my family.
I think it’s partially because American teens are told that they’re supposed to be awful and cruel in high school. It’s an expectation. See: Mean Girls becoming a cult classic with kids who couldn’t wipe their own ass when it came out, completely missing the point of the movie.
Yeah, I don’t understand why bullies think that their targets won’t remember? It’s not even just saving face, because a lot of the time it’s the bully initiating contact. Like dude, you can’t redeem yourself by complimenting my shoes ten years later. Give up the ghost and let’s move on and hate each other privately.
Maybe they can’t find everyone’s contact information? I assume that when one is planning a reunion, they open up the class yearbook and go name by name, so there’s no room for memory lapses. At least that’s what I would do if I were planning a reunion.
Black Friday two years ago I ran into a high school friend, who, when we were both 15, told me that if I was scared of coming out to my parents, it was because I knew that they didn’t love me enough. She wanted to have a big reunion in the middle of Macy’s. I pretended that I didn’t remember her.
My little brother had severe asthma as a baby.
Ah yes, because famous, confident women are never abused. Love seeing that ol’ canard being dragged up.
I’m having a mid-finals depressive insomnia meltdown and no joke, this post actually moved me to physical tears. Liquid tears, on my face. Not metaphorical internet crying. REAL TEARS.
During my last break-up I revenge gained like 50 pounds of sadness weight, which is sort of the same thing. PUT ME ON TV, KHLOE!!!!