It's official. Well, unofficially official. I got an email from a professor I had been looking to work with to let me know that I was in, and to act surprised when I got the call!
Your parents play into the system of victim blaming? And when you jokingly call them out on it, for once, they get mad that you would even suggest they were being "anti-woman"?
I have never spoken the words "I was raped" out loud. Stating it right here is the closest I have come. It's taken me 6 years of burying the memory and ignoring the emotional distress, the guilt, the abject sorrow, to get to this point.
Oh Fox. I think you're competing with The Onion now and you just haven't realized it yet.
Man, I feel like GT is going to become my new diary.
To be fair, her version of "I'm making spaghetti for dinner" would turn into:
Guys, guys, guys! I need some major pointers and/or advice from people who have been in similar situations.
I would like to propose a new magazine called "DBA" for Douchebags Anonymous, where celebs can sneak pictures of paparazzi and make snarky comments about their weight, relationships, and style choices.