Caitlin Moran on Sex, Drugs, and Hypnotherapy 

To be fair she carries just about all of her interviews, haha.

+Nina no one does

+Nina Vocal Fry, so awful I can't stand this vocal affectation, it needs to stop.

Zeitgeist couldn’t agree more

Preach

sorry but feminism isn't about not criticising someone just because they're a woman

***** it is in context bc she's talking about this channel which is a feminist channel b

Thank you every video she reports people are hating on her, this is clearly a pro women and positive channel, she's. Beautiful woman vice clearly felt is capable of reporting, which she is, she does a great job each time, oh no you don't like how she talks, reconsider where your hatred comes from, it's probably some ingrained sexism, I never see mean comments on the clearly more "feminine" reporters. Stop hating y'all, we are women and we need to learn to love each other, not hate easchother, we have enough men in the world to do that for us.

I'm pretty sure if she wasn't good at her job they wouldn't have hired her, why don't you go troll some other channel plus if you really are a mister than I truly could give a shit about what you have to say. And I'm so done with the blatant negativity even on this channel so yeah peace dude. Go spam some machismo bullshit.

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+moosif5 omg it is and i need it in my life

+zorro baggins www.vulture.com/2014/05/read-amy-schumers-ms-gala-speech.html?mid=twitter_vulture Finally, the door opens. It's Matt, but not really. He's there, but not really. His face is kind of distorted, and his eyes seem like he can't focus on me. He's actually trying to see me from the side, like a shark. "Hey!" he yells, too loud, and gives me a hug, too hard. He's fucking wasted. ---*So he's stoned out of his gourd. He's inebriated. Whatever. Obviously TOO OUT OF IT TO GIVE CONSENT*. I'm not the first person he thought of that morning. I'm the last person he called that night. I wonder, how many girls didn't answer before he got to fat freshman me? Am I in his phone as Schumer? Probably. But I was here, and I wanted to be held and touched and felt desired, despite everything. I wanted to be with him. I imagined us on campus together, holding hands, proving, "Look! I am lovable! And this cool older guy likes me!" I can't be the troll doll I'm afraid I've become. He put on some music, and we got in bed. As that sexy maneuver where the guy pushes you on the bed, you know, like, "I'm taking the wheel on this one. Now I'm going to blow your mind," which is almost never followed up with anything. He smelled like skunk microwaved with cheeseburgers, which I planned on finding and eating in the bathroom, as soon as he was asleep. We tried kissing. His 9 a.m. shadow was scratching my face - I knew it'd look like I had fruit-punch mouth for days after. His alcohol-swollen mouth, I felt like I was being tongued by someone who had just been given Novocain. I felt faceless, and nameless. I was just a warm body, and I was freezing cold. His fingers poked inside me like they had lost their keys in there. And then came the sex, ---*BOOM! Amy Shumer, by feminist standards, is a fuckin' rapist and y'all are supporting her. You've got a pedo (Lena and some 'nyberg' woman I'm not familiar with) and now a rapist. Y'all are the biggest fuckin' hypocrites.*