Some foolish men maintain that women are inherently bad at math. But we know better, don’t we?
Why, you love math so much that you even dream of becoming a statistic.
Galleries
More pretty.
So pretty.
I once sat on a couch in a rented townhouse playing Wii Sports with a skinny psychology major fifteen years my junior whom I’d known for a little over a day, and as we swatted polygonal tennis balls at one another, we spontaneously launched into an hours-long conversation about kinky sex and serial killers.… Read the rest “”
Dead Again (1991)
Strauss: “‘To die is different from what anyone supposes. And luckier.'”
Baker: “That a line from your opera?”
Strauss: “It’s Walt Whitman. I can’t take credit for everything, Mr. Baker.”
Rainy Day Fun
[TRIGGER WARNING: body image stuff]
You look so nervous, poor things. Try to relax; I’m not going to hurt you! We’re going to play a fun little game, the rules of which you learned way back in high school.
I’m going to sit silently while you two stand there exposed; in turn, you’ll each use the skills you’ve developed over a lifetime of culturally-conditioned envy and suspicion of other women to draw my attention to one another’s physical flaws, aesthetic failings, and lack of femininity.… Read the rest “Rainy Day Fun”
If you do this often enough, she might get wet at her next mammogram.
And really, if you can make even the most dehumanizing, uncomfortable, and clinical experiences in her life somehow more humiliating and stained with deplorable sexualization, why wouldn’t you?… Read the rest “”
Strangling a woman with her measurements seems oddly appropriate.