Or we’d simply call it...America.

At some point, we as women are going to have to stop being active participants in something that drags us down, dismisses our stories, keeps victims languishing and suffering in the dark, and creates a climate where men like Bill Cosby, R. Kelly and Brett Kavanaugh can be accused and/or convicted of sexual assault and…

Fuck Kanye. We need to say this often and loudly.

Plasco-Flaxman claims that they had a bad experience with the nanny immediately preceding Maurice, and that nanny just so happened to be black, so this time, they were hoping not to get another black, but to instead get a Filipina.

Here’s a tip from your Uncle Prostate, kids. The more sentences you jam into your apology, the less sincere it sounds to the people it’s directed towards.  

How dare you niggas?

He’s not a one-hit wonder. “Get It On Tonite” was pretty popular.

You better put some respect on Montell Jordan’s name. That man gave us Fallin’, What’s On Tonight, Something 4 da Honeyz, I Like, Get it on Tonite . . . and each one of them slapped. He was Mr. Soundtrack.

“An Internal Affairs investigation concluded that on September 9, 2018, Officer Guyger, #10702, engaged in adverse conduct when she was arrested for Manslaughter.

Been there all my damn life.

Oh Monique. I’m so sorry. This was painful to read so I can’t even imagine how hard it was for you to write. Thank you. Someone reading this won’t feel so alone. 

And now my own memories, of sick ‘games’, are overwhelming me. You are incredibly brave and strong to publish this Ms Judge. Thankyou.

I hate that those things were done to you, but I am so grateful for your honesty. One of the reasons I never told was because I thought that, because it kept happening to me, that I was somehow complicit in my assaults. Once is terrible. Twice is bad luck. Three times, four times, what the fuck is wrong with you?…

I applaud you courage and strength for telling your story, for sharing it with us. Thank you.

It’s so fucking common. I hate it. I hate that we’re the ones who bear the cross of feeling dirty and embarrassed and ashamed. It’s infuriating. 

When I lost my virginity, I had not verbally agreed. I cried.

I didn’t report my rapists and only most recently told my mother and current boyfriend what happened to me. Both happened while I was in college.

Monique, You are Fire and I love your articles.

I was in middle school and the first girl to get breasts. The boys would grab them at any opportunity. I tried sitting in the front of the classroom right at the teacher’s desk so she would see it and protect me.

I hear you, I believe you, I’m with you.