tomcruisemiddletooth
tomcruisemiddletooth
tomcruisemiddletooth

“Gee, that came out sounding kinda creepy, Bro— did you really mean to say that to her, here in the workplace?”

I hear the men I work with all the time talking about how SUUUPER careful they have to be because of sexual harassment laws. What a BURDEN they are.

I can’t stop laughing at the self-cannibalism turn.

I hate when people comment on my food. I usually get snide comments about how I’m eating something “exotic.” I don’t eat anything smelly in an office or on campus - no seafood, no cruciferous vegetables, rarely even anything that needs to be heated. There’s no reason to comment on someone else’s food unless you’re

I have seen a few RW and/or religious women claim not to. They like to play it off that they are following the “girl rules” and/or aren’t “overly sensitive” to compliments. Because they don’t dress like sluts or hang out where they’re not supposed to, dontchaknow, so they never get catcalled. Plus, since they are such

My usual strategy is to turn what ever they said into something extra creepy. Like when my boss asked me to start wearing lipstick to be more presentable, I asked if he had heard about that genetic mutation that causes self cannibalism, and that some suffers eat their lips right off their own faces. He never brought

Age is such a big help in developing those filters, and getting enough authority to feel okay speaking up about it. As an old fart of 45, I have lost any fucks-to-give about speaking up if a male coworker says something that makes one of the young female coworkers visibly squirm and grit her teeth; “Gee, that came out

No.

I had to leave my very first job at a pizza shop when I was 16 due to the 28-year old manager sexually harassing me. It started off as nothing—putting me on the prep shift when it was just me and him at 10 am before opening, joking around, being friendly. Then, he would do that creepy shoulder rub thah only dudes of

I’m fat, and I’ve been losing weight in the last few months... my female boss congratulates me all the time on my weight loss and on how hard I’m working and my food choices.

I’ve mostly had bosses who were women. I just quit my job a few days ago, because I wasn’t going to be working there anyway in another week. I told her a male coworker grabbed me aggressively and threw me against a wall when he should have just said “excuse me,” had a history of doing that to other women and that he

My single mother was a pioneer in industry, holding advertising and public relations directorships for a large chemical company in the early 60’s. Her boss was a dream and was responsible for her rise and promotions. However she had to endure sexual harassment daily, from other directors, customers and colleagues

I was reading the article, thinking about how none of my male bosses have ever made any sort of sexual advance on me.

Well, even after the law came out, it was still just boys being boys— as in “Now you oversensitive ugly feminist bitches are trying to criminalize boys being boys, thanks a lot! It’s like a guy can’t give a compliment anymore! You should shut up and be grateful instead!” (And as we’ve seen, some guys still think that

I remember seeing those for Natalie Portman and Avril Lavigne too.

As per usual, do not read the comments. Standard “why didn’t she just say no”, “that’s what you get for wearing that shirt” and “this is why we can’t have women in the work place”.

Ugh, remember how back in the day there were like, countdown clocks for Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen turning 18? STILL NOT OKAY.

Amazing to think that it wasn’t until 1986 that the Supreme Court officially recognized sexual harassment in the workplace as a violation of Title VII.

I’m obese, as are a few other women in my office. The GM of my company sees fit to comment on my lunches and all the lunches of the women in the office. All. The. Time. Telling us how proud he is of us when he sees us with a salad, and lecturing us when he sees us with anything else.

During my time at Trader Joes, they would occasionally hire teenagers who worked less hours and had some restrictions on what they could do for work. One of these teenagers was a very attractive young woman. One day, one of my co-workers told me he knew her 18th birthday was coming up later that month and was planning