College is a great place to explore new subject areas: Critical thinking, philosophy, dick sucking. What’s that? You college didn’t specialize in dick sucking? You must not have gone to Slippery Rock University, in Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania. Because a professor there, Robert Ammon Jr., seemingly offered that as an option to one of his students. The dick-sucking incident goes back to a 2010 trip to Spain the sports management professor took with a bunch of students. Ammon was supposed to act as something of a chaperone to the 19 kids, but ended up drinking with them at a bar. First, he bragged that he’d had more than 100 partners. Then, when another student asked who his favorite student was, he pointed to one girl in the group and said that she’d be his favorite “if she sucked his dick.” Keep reading »
The story is always the same: officials find it too hard to tell men to control themselves and not sexually harass women, so they place the responsibility and blame on women instead.
In this instance, Chinese police have asked women to refrain from wearing revealing clothing on buses or subways. According to China Daily ,“Women should not wear minimal clothing, such as miniskirts or hot pants when taking public transportation and should call police promptly if they are sexually harassed.” In case women just can’t resist wearing hot pants on the subway, police suggest that women use shopping bags, newspapers, or magazines to cover themselves up. Keep reading »
Dear Gentlemen Of The World:
Hello. My name is Sara Benincasa. Pleased to meet you. I’m an author and a comedian and a human with a vagina, otherwise known as a “lady-person.” I’m about to school you in exactly how to tell a stranger lady that she is great. I’m also going to teach you how not to talk to girls you don’t know.
But first, I’d like to tell you a story. I know, women be talking, am I right? But seriously guys, listen up, for I have knowledge to share. Useful knowledge. Think of my words as tools, and your brain as a box in which to place said tools, and a mutually satisfying encounter as the project you are building with these tools.
Okay then. On to the story. Keep reading »
Ten minutes. I was hitting the 10-minute mark of just standing in front of the freezers, seemingly debating whether to buy a quart or a gallon of milk. Or perhaps unsure of which kind I wanted. Skim or whole? Maybe 2 percent? I had a pensive look on my face.
It’s the look I get when I’m frozen inside. Generally from shock. Often from fear. Almost always after a harrowing experience that’s left me momentarily paralyzed.
My allergies had been just horrific, but I’d decided to brave the run across the street to the little bodega anyway because I’d been out of dishwasher soap and milk and coffee filters for three days. As I walked up the steps to the entrance, two men walked out. Because I’m a woman who’s been trained by society not to look strange men in the eye when its dark out and they look potentially threatening, I didn’t. But they stopped in the doorway and came up close to me, speaking far louder than was necessary. “Whoa mama, look at those tits.” “Daaaaamn. Naw like really dog, daaaaaaamn.” One started masturbating and pushed up close to my face as I stared at the ground, trying to navigate around them. He rubbed himself and licked his lips as he undressed me with his eyes and loudly proclaimed what he’d do to me. Keep reading »