Fantastic article. Let's not leave the total dismissal of our views out of the picture when it comes to online discussions, either. This rant has been building so even if it's only tangentially relevant, I'm posting it.

Definitely. Though in my case I also use it to my advantage—misogynists, as it turns out, will spend DAYS AND DAYS on a single post you've written, yelling at and arguing with women and other misogynists. And this translates to $$$, which I can then use to pay my writers to produce more content. They unwittingly sign…

The problem is compounded when you are a "mommy blogger." My tiny blog had 100 hits a day until I wrote a post that went mega viral and put me up to 150,000 a day. The problem was that the trolls had all the ammunition they needed to hurt me, as everything was documented in my blog. People showed up at my front door…

I had mixed feelings on this piece, mostly because I am one of those women who has had to change her entire perspective on life just to survive on the Internet. I've come up with the million little threads in one giant encompassing web that allow me to process and cope with the harassment I face every day. I work as a…

co-signed. which is why this is one of my favorite shirts.

Go Lindy!

why dont they just call the movie The Snow Queen, which is what it is. Give Hans C Andersen some credit..what is this "Frozen" nonesense?

Female police officer: Ma’am, it’s against city law to deface public property.
Samantha: This man said he loved me and I caught him eating another woman’s pussy.
Female police officer: Carry on, ma’am.

As I said last time, If I were to use a recording in a song of people dying I would have at least contacted the families of the deceased beforehand to get permission, regardless of the circumstances surrounding their death.

"Fixed?" You're kidding, right?

Last time I flew, years ago, I was a petite person. At the check-in the agent looked me up and down and then assigned seats. (This was a charter flight, no one got choices, you took what they gave you). I got on and next to me was an enormous woman who was so large that she couldn't use the tray. I'm positive that…

I am a mere size 12 - my butt JUST fits. I am 5'3 - my knees almost touch the seat in front of me. 5-fucking-3.

Sorry Lindy, love ya to bits, but you sound super-duper immature and passive aggressive and like YOU were the one late for the plane, hungover, and getting to your seat after everyone else had sat down. I don't care if you weight 65 pounds soaking wet, all THAT is annoying.

I'm gonna be "that guy" and pick a bone with the fact that I, Robot was based on a short story by Isaac Asimov in Robot Dreams that was published in 1986... Which really just makes it even more incredible as to how scary-accurate it is.

FUCK so now when idiots ask me if I'm a robot at work and I deny it they won't believe me and EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM will bring this story up and expect me to be impressed because naturally I answer phones for a living and I can't read. And am a robot.

I read a great article a while back, and I can't find it for the life of me, that details that people don't realize that there is "in-group" and "out-group" speech that differs. It's along the same lines as black people calling each other different terms than non-blacks get to use.

Aw, sad (that they didn't kill off everyone).

Half of these fitness models/fitness bloggers own "small businesses" that entail some sort of MLM scheme, doing "social media," running some small portion of a family business, blogging for Adsense dollars, yadda yadda yadda. All things that are totally flexible and amenable to having small children and the time to…