She can put her hand on my face anyti-...actually, no, I have a thing about being touched. And she might smudge my glasses.

If we’re blaming Game of Thrones does that mean I can challenge him to trial by combat?

Well, you know what they say about broken clocks.

I haven’t done a whole lot of research on the subject but I imagine it’s largely the same as a lot of women not wanting to be the one to pursue guys or ask them out (and a lot of guys not being into women who do so): bullshit sexist double standards and a society that stigmatizes those who go against them.

I dress like a fucking slob and I still pull it off better than Trump’s suits.

“Well I walked off getting hit by a car just fine...”

“highly tactical, solution-oriented content” for women in the office.

Am I the only one who thinks those things look terrifying to ride?

Lame, all I got was a coupon for a free personal pan pizza at Pizza Hut.

I, however, am not a “real guy.” I am in fact a trash bag filled with pogs and little monster finger puppets.

Hutts were also hermaphroditic in that canon and switched periodically between male and female phases, so they generally didn’t share human concepts of gender like that.

Yup, A. C. Crispin’s Han Solo Trilogy.

I get the feeling my grandma’s undecided and it’s fucking weird because she is legit terrified of a Trump presidency, she has absolutely nothing good to say about him or his supporters, but then she’ll drop comments like she can’t decide who she wants to win. I think a lot of it (at least in her case) is that she’s…

I think my favorite thing about the old Star Wars EU was how all the other hutts thought Jabba was a pervy weirdo for finding human(oid) women attractive.

Billy, you moron.

I immediately imagined this going down like the theater scene in Hardcore.

I have no idea who was in it since I was never in the room while it was on, I only experienced it through the musical numbers blasting their way through the house.