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I really can’t believe you would compare Erin Walker and what she endured to what this wimp is whining about. Seriously. This girl sat there while an idiot B list rock star (and an English one, no less) behaved like an immature teenager and did nothing. He had no power over her, no authority. At any time she could

'I’m a woman, moron, but thanks for playing. And if you really understood the deeper point, the problem is that she sat there and accepted his behavior. She did nothing to protest what he was doing. He was not in a position of power over her, he had no control or authority. She was in control at all times and could,

.My problem is that she DID accept it at the time - she didn’t stand up to him and call him out to his face and tell him his behavior was unacceptable. Instead, she let him get away with ignorant behavior and then went off and wrote a ridiculous piece that was supposed to be an interview with a band but which she

What pissed me off was that she had a job to do - interview the band and write a story. Instead of telling this guy, in grown up, diplomatic terms of course, to quit acting like a dick, she behaved like a little girl who'd never encountered a big, bad man before and then went off and made the story all about HER and

Exactly. And besides which - how about growing some ovaries and telling the guy "yo dude, not appropriate. I ask the questions, you answer, okay? Let's leave off with the high fives and no thanks, don't need to see your room. Not today, not ever. Now, Blur or Oasis?" Why the need to act all coy and then go make the

I can’t believe anyone actually took this seriously as sexual harassment. A couple of high fives, a kiss on the cheek, and a single ‘want to come up to my room?’ that wasn’t repeated and she treats it like he grabbed her boob and pulled her into a stairwell for some slap and tickle. Not since the generation of the

I sincerely apologize. I was in the throes of knee jerk 'girl power' responding and should have thought before I pressed publish on such a rude reply. I do love Amy Poehler (I'm reading "Yes Please" right now), but just never warmed to Lesley Knope. Again, I apologize.

I've wondered myself. I think Lindy ungreyed me - but the new regime has greyed me in perpetuity. I believe Lindy resides in Seattle and pops up to poke the MRA bear from time to time ...

Fuck off, buddy. Women don't call themselves "gal"

Story of my Kinja life - five years in.

Vagenius! If that isn't in the next Oxford list of new words going in the dictionary, I'm going to fucking sue.

I think they have a Google Alert

Ha! If you ever lived in a place where many Chinese come to live or as tourists, you'd know how badly that system works when it collides with North American inherent "rules" (like - keep to the right, and look where you are going). You have no idea how often I have to protect myself from Chinese nationals (and yes, I

“To the side" means "to the right" - there's no need to spell it out

If we are on a collision course, one of us is not following "the rules of the road". Keep to the right. Whether you are alone or in a group, if you are approaching another person, move to the right. No collision. Unless you are in Seattle or Vancouver. Then the rule is - "The person who has no umbrella or puts their

The ones I love are the ones who either walk backwards without looking or diagonally. I have learned to put my hands up and firmly push, while loudly using that good old Canadian phrase "Excuse me!"

It's a tradition long passed on from father to son. Be grateful that you didn't get that lessons. Women will love you for it. I do already.

What the hell is it with students? We have a really huge open atrium and a large staircase with three sets of handrails leading up to the third floor. For some reason, students love to huddle, seated, around the handrails, which makes life really difficult for those of use who, for mobility reasons, actually need

HA! Not in downtown Vancouver. Try lunch hour during the weekdays or any Thursday, Friday, or Saturday night in the entertainment district.

Being somewhat taller than the average woman, I would shove back, hard.