In a piece she penned for the latest issue of New York magazine, Roseanne Barr discusses her experience as a feminist pioneer in media. Throughout the piece she shares anecdotes about struggling to make it in a male-dominated industry. Of the most interest to me were her anecdotes about the females she encountered along the way. She writes about women that screwed her over and disrespected her and others that supported her and stuck up for her. One description of a non-supportive female colleague stuck out:
“This producer was a woman, a type I became acquainted with at the beginning of my stand-up career in Denver. I cared little for them: blondes in high heels who were so anxious to reach the professional level of the men they worshipped, fawned over, served, built up, and flattered that they would stab other women in the back. They are the ultimate weapon used by men against actual feminists who try to work in media, and they are never friends to other women, you can trust me on that.”
My boyfriend and I have been together for 11 months, but he won’t let me meet his friends or his family. He has told me his friends dislike me for the sole reason that I am his girlfriend. It’s not even that I take up too much of his time — he see’s them every day and I only see him one day a week. His friends haven’t met me, yet they try to start fights with me and are mean to me on Facebook. I asked him to please tell them to stop saying mean things to me on Facebook, but he won’t. Instead, he says to me “Stop being silly. Who cares?” Well, I care. One day we were in his bedroom, and we heard some of his friends in the living room with his roommate; I was gonna go out and say hello but my boyfriend said to me “No, they will rip your head off.” I just hate it. I’m not allowed to meet them, he lets them talk bad about me to his face and on the internet, and when I get mad, it’s all my fault. Another thing is I’m kept separate from his family. He has met mine but won’t let me meet his. One day we drove to his house and he just sat outside in the car. I said let’s go inside and say hello, but he wouldn’t. I had to sit in the car. What do I do? What does this all mean? — Kept in the Dark
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“Most unusual sexual experience?” I asked my man as I was straddling him in bed one evening. This may sound like a strange line of questioning, but we like to give each other intimate interviews. It is part of our oddly arousing foreplay.
“A squirter,” he answered.
“Really!?’ I asked, as if he were telling me he sees dead people.
As a broke, 27-year-old graduate student slowly recovering from a messy break up, I posted a profile on OkCupid in hopes of meeting a guy who did his own laundry and didn’t kill animals. Despite my Baptist parents’ and grandparents’ longstanding encouragement to find a God-fearing gentleman, my standard was slightly lower. A man who was more or less moral would do. Keep reading »
Here’s where Wendy Williams, host of GSN’s new show “Love Triangle,” and I differ: she says she has no use for men as friends unless “we’re making money together.” I, on the other hand, love having guys as friends, especially when they share my interest in TV shows featuring incestuous sex and slaughter (“Game of Thrones”), Italian pork products, and generalizing about the genders. Perhaps Wendy would feel the same if her best guy friend was John DeVore. Be sure to watch “Love Triangle” weeknights at 7:00 p.m. EST /6:00 p.m. CST on the Game Show Network. [Love It Or Leave It] Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Almost Ex Friend,” whose best friend of almost 20 years had been fading out of her life. Still, they remained on the same sports league, so avoiding each other completely was out of the question. After the jump, find out how she and the friendship are doing today. Keep reading »