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He apologized. Let it go.

What did you think would happen?

Well, were you drunk?

Why did you wear that?

It's not worth ruining his life. It was a mistake.

It could have been worse.

You're blowing this out of proportion.

He didn't mean it like that. He's a good guy.

That's just how he is. Just ignore it.

Can you prove it?

For everyone asking why women don't immediately come forward when they're assaulted, THIS is why. This is what we are told when we do talk about that time we were touched. That time we were grabbed. That time someone acted like they were entitled to our bodies.

Women DO talk. They do tell. And this is what they are told in reply.

Remember, women did accuse Cosby of rape all throughout his career but it took Hannibal Buress mentioning him in a comedy act to trigger a real investigation.

When a woman tells you something has happened to her, LISTEN TO HER.

You know which scene.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or you’re Jodie Foster in Nell, you know that there were two very significant, and very violent deaths on The Walking Dead.

And a lot of people think the show has gone too far. 

I’m going to defend the show (in as non-spoilery a way as possibly, just in case Nell is reading this and hasn’t watched yet). Yes, the scene was incredibly graphic — and deeply upsetting. I felt sick after watching, even though it was arguably the worst-kept secret in the show’s history. But it was important, and not just because the scene stayed (relatively) faithful to the comic. 

It was important because anyone who thinks The Walking Dead is still just a “zombie show” is wrong.

The show is about your moral compass, and how the needle doesn’t always point due north. It’s ever-changing, based on the world around you. The line between right and wrong, good and evil, is always moving — and it’s always moving towards the darkness. (Season One Rick would never have gone on a mission to kill Negan’s men. And Season Two Shane is looking pretty sane right about now.)

The show is about the futility of redemption. In this world, you can’t ever give someone a second chance. (Daryl should have killed Dwight when he had the chance. Glenn should have killed Nick when he had the chance. Rick let Andrew live, and Andrew got Lori and T-Dog killed. And so on.)

There are plenty of thinkpieces about how The Walking Dead needed to go dark to illustrate that Negan is a different kind of villain. That he’s the penultimate Big Bad, that he makes The Governor look about as harmless as the cat Michonne stole from the restaurant that time. 

And yes, they did. But it’s bigger than just one character. They had to show that Negan exists because this world exists. 

I'm a native New Yorker. I grew up eating cake from Pozzo's and ravioli from Bruno's. We didn't have chain restaurants, we had mom & pop shops. We supported small business before it was a campaign buzzword.

I'm a native New Yorker. I was raised with kids of different backgrounds and we all played together during recess. We learned about diversity before it was a campaign buzzword.

I'm a native New Yorker. My single mother worked hard to put me through school. I went to college on scholarships and worked part-time and interned, because I knew you had to work hard to become a success — and I didn't want to disappoint my family. Of course, this is before family values was a campaign buzzword.

I'm a native New Yorker. I am pro-choice because I respect everyone's right to choose. I'm socially liberal, because I don't think your gender, sexual orientation, religious affiliation or ethnicity should pigeonhole you into a path in life.

I'm a native New Yorker and these are my New York values.

Mercury has been in retrograde for one day. One teensy, tiny, little day. And yet, it’s already amassed a list of casualties in my household.

1. The furnace. (We’ve owned our place for less than two months.)

2. The space heater. (We discovered it was broken when attempting to turn on the brand-new space heater for the first time, because of No. 1.)

3. My sanity. (Direct result of No. 1 and No. 2.) 

The good part? At least I have a reason to use this gif. (I love Mindy Kaling.)

I was psyched. I’d been working on this idea for months. I even had three chapters done, and then I scrapped it and revamped the idea. And tonight, at 1:07 a.m., I finally emailed my outline to my crit partner. (She and I edit each other’s work, share ideas, etc.) So when I finally sent her the synopsis, I felt like this:

I’m letting the gifs dance for me, since I actually look like this: