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I don’t know why I’m reading old threads - can’t sleep, I guess, and maybe you don’t need this PDF now, but just in case:

This is a bit pedantic, but Dworkin’s quote didn’t mean that. What she was saying was that if you have a culture in which women cannot legally or socially say “no” to sex, then their “yes” is stripped of meaning. Therefore, they cannot consent, and sex would be rape. Therefore, we need to have a culture in which

I have a few French colleagues and friends, including a FWB, and yeah, while I know some people are snooty or old-fashioned and think that cheating is fine, it seems that a lot of people really don’t think that way. It seems about as stereotypical as the French loving Jerry Lewis - yeah, maybe 30+ years ago, it was a

Is it just me or is there a weird anger/dislike of the French, and sort of a collectivism going on in the comments? France is diverse, too, and it’s not like all French women are straight out of an arthouse film. Plenty of French feminists exist, both men and women (and non-binary, I’m sure, too), as do far-righters

Oh, it hasn’t stopped me from pursuing, but I am definitely a bit more aware of the risk of rejection, and that some people find it unappealing :) As someone on the less-beautiful side, and as someone who finds a little hesitation or shyness more appealing than bravado, I generally have to make the first move, or

Fair point! I was thinking more print models, like in the magazines, and I’m not too aware of what high-fashion runway models might look like, and that very well may be a totally different look.

I am a fan of the FWB situation. I’ve had long-term FWBs (5-6 years now) and it’s just about perfect for me. They’re my actual friends, we hang out and chat and whatever, and just sometimes we sleep together, too. I am not someone who wants a relationship, so even if I “catch feelings” (and I do love some of them, but

I am a female-bodied person who approaches men, and believe me, their reactions run the gamut. I get turned down much more often than I get accepted. Some men are straight-up insulted that I’d make the first move: that’s their job, they think, and I am emasculating them. These people are not good matches for me and I

Honestly, it’s not that easy. It’s not that people want perfect jobs, but rather that no one will hire you. People are patting themselves on the back for being willing to clean toilets or work in the restaurant industry, but if you have a Master’s in something, they often just straight up won’t hire you. You’re

Same here. I don’t really like them that much - like beets, squash, and carrots, they’re too sweet as a main dish for me. Combined with other acidic or savory flavors (I don’t really like sweet and spicy together), they’re okay. Like, I like a rucola/beet/blue cheese salad (or with goat cheese, also good), because the

I was surprised at how good it was. I like animation, so I was happy to give it a go, but it was much better than I expected. I fear each season’s 11th episode, but they’re always worth the watch.

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I want to yell this little monologue at him. The bad things you do are you, and you can’t do shitty things and think that feeling bad exonerates you.

I love it! My favorite is pineapple, onion, and pickled banana peppers! No one ever wants to eat pizza with me :D

I think so, too, because it’s one of my favorites! :D

Melania Trump reminds me of my aunt (who is a racist idiot who thinks she lives in Sex and the City, despite being from bumfuck nowhere). It weirds me out.

That’s some heavy stuff you’re dealing with. You’re not a downer. What a horrible, awful experience with your ex, and I, too, wish he could simply be undone. I’m so sorry for your loss. It must be devastating.

I hope that you didn’t. I hope things are better.

I, too, am an acquired taste. I’ve joked that I’m like pineapple on pizza: some people are fine with me or even like me, and others are... well, less enthused, shall we say?

First off, I’m sorry. Breakups are hard as hell, and it can take forever to piece yourself back together. My devastating breakup was in 2010, and for me, it changed so much. It also showed me that no, I just wasn’t really cut out for that kind of relationship: I had fought against it every step of the way, and thought

Dude, I love being alone. I’ve been “single” for like, 7 years or so now, and it’s stupendous. I try to only see people when I want to see them. Time by myself is great.