Wait... does this mean I'm hot?

I'm just gonna leave this link here for everyone to use- it's a really easy way to register to vote. You can even download the forms, print them off, sign them, and mail them off!

This is one of those situations where having a modicum of taste would have spared you much pain and embarrassment. The writing was terrible, and that should have been your first clue that you didn't want to do this movie.

Sexist AND creepy.

Is anyone else disturbed by the fact that a breast cancer charity is called "CoppaFeel"?

On that, we can agree. ;)

I don't think that's the same thing at all. The British Nationalist Party may not represent your political views. No one would assume that it champions your cause just because it has "British" in the name.

I can think of something worse.

I would just like to point out that even back in the good ol' caveman days, women provided most of the food by gathering and foraging. Men hunted, but mostly came back with nothing.

The term is not sexist, unless you are trying to say that it's something that all men do. I don't believe that all men do it, and I don't think a distinction needs to be made, because "mansplain" and "male chauvinist pig splainer" have the exact same meaning. Plus, one sounds a lot cooler than the other, so I'm going…

Just doing my small part to contribute to gender equality.

LOL! You just mansplained why that term is not acceptable to you!

I know. Like most things, all I have is my own tiny and insignificant experience from which to extrapolate. I did not mean to offend, and I sincerely apologize if I did.

I thought this was worth sharing:

Does that really work? I'll have to try it. I like pickle juice anyway.

No, no problem with Russian women whatsoever. It's a totally gendered thing. I know that it's bigoted and wrong and I've been practically BEGGING the universe to put a Russian male in my path who is sweet and kind to prove me wrong, but the universe keeps blowing raspberries at me. :/

Dammnit. Every time I try to overcome my bigoted dislike of Russian men, I read something like this, and I'm back to square one.

Ketchup and margarine as a spaghetti sauce?!

You must be a very sad, sad girl.

I think the real problem here is that Mr. Rothfuss doesn't actually know any real women, with the exception of his mother, whom he may or may not view solely as a bringer-of-Hot-Pockets.