wantonwhimsy
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wantonwhimsy

“People who use their free speech to criticise the things other people say using their free speech are literally an attack on free speech!”

“Telling someone they’re a dick for using a racial slur while deliberately ignoring the complex and fraught history and context of that word? That’s exactly the same as enforcing a brutal fascist dictatorship!

I agree it isn’t OK to say the word but then why is it OK for it to be so prevalent in lyrics?”

Please take this comment back to 1997 where it belongs.

I second this.  This is such a thing that old southern white ladies talk about.  I think it’s somehow romanticized.  My grandmother told me the same, that we’re part Native American, though I have never checked and strongly suspect otherwise.  But, for a long time I believed it.  Because my grandmother told me.

Dear Penthouse Forum,

I have a freakishly good long term memory when it comes to my early childhood. For instance, I can vividly remember the bedtime routine that my mother - who died when I was young - took me through each night. She would carry me on her hip, and we would go all throughout the house so that I could say goodnight to

I’m one of those skeptic types. I don’t believe in ghosts, UFOs, or Bigfoot. I need some hard evidence and I’ll take the scientific method over a psychic any day. But one night makes me wonder. This was a few years back during the summer before I left for college. It was one of those perfect summers. I was with a

(Hoping this doesn’t get buried in the greys) The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college, I stayed to work in the city it the two bedroom apartment style dorm I had lived in during the year, and was joined by three summer session girls from another school. They were all old, close friends, but one

Made this account purely to participate because I have a recent weird experience. This story is from about two months ago. I have no clear explanation for what the hell happened and it took me three attempts to work myself up to remembering it in enough detail to write it down. Here goes.

To be clear...I’m not a writer. I rarely talk about this experience and I actively avoid thinking about it. Do with this what you will.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

Bill Maher has always been a contrarian of the highest order. Someone who wants the supposed moral high ground of “liberalism” while denouncing liberals as morons.

I’m not judging Brandt’s forgiveness (I am judging the judge). I just want to PSA that you can live with hate in your heart for someone who traumatized you and/or family, and still live a full, happy life where that person rarely crosses your mind.

Does no one in America know the meaning of the word “treason”? 

Jean’s brother is a saint. However, I’m not sure why the judge is hugging this murderer? Wtf? Also, a 10 year sentence is something but it really should have been 28 years. After reading those racist and violent texts she sent, I have no doubt that this woman was looking for a black person to kill. She joked about it

Why is the judge hugging this woman? Why is the bailiff petting her like a puppy? What the fuck is going on with this shit?

And let people get away with being stupid on the Internet while I’m in the tub? Nice try!

My fear as well.

Nobody plays a creepy privelged asshole like James Spader.