#mansplanation

[shewomansplains]

Fantasy football is basically The Bachelor.

"Will you accept this jockstrap?”

[shewomansplains]

Women like tall men better. It’s evolution.

Sorry if you don’t like it. But we can’t help our preferences. 

[mermaideline]

Mansplaining, it even happens in yoga teacher training. Dear sir, you are paying to take a class taught by a certified instructor. Stop trying to correct her. Also just, y'know, shut it cause I don’t care.

[vaporize-employers]

aside from the fact that i reblogged it for the "salmon" joke, just... ugh

he sounds like one of those neckbeards who thinks he's smarter than other people because he's an atheist. "wake up sheeple, flowers don't have 'meanings'!!! god, the IGNORANCE"

[terminalpolitics]

From the Forum: Hi,my name is Sh'mala.

This thread is a good example of how you can turn a fairly sympathetic audience into a hostile audience through poor presentation. At a fundamental level, I don't see any real disagreement in the thread.

If you are going to take on the responsibility of being an activist, then it isn't enough to agitate -- you need to be able to educate.

The thread was a wasted opportunity and the point that should have been made was lost.

[steinbecks]

today I got mansplained incorrectly by a guy in a paperboy hat

not a fedora but close enough

[marshmallowtuna]

"Language is essentially the primary method with which we express meaning"

thanks for that

i could not have followed this thread without this insight 

[kittensfoodandfeminism]

Mr. Very Important was going on smugly about this book I should have known when Sallie interrupted him to say, "That's her book." Or tried to interrupt him anyway.

But he just continued on his way. She had to say "That's her book" three or four times before he finally took it in. And then, as if in a 19th-century novel, he went ashen. That I was indeed the author of the very important book it turned out he hadn't read, just read about in the New York Times Book Review a few months earlier, so confused the neat categories into which his world was sorted that he was stunned speechless—for a moment, before he began holding forth again.