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“This moron stole a police vehicle and killed two human beings,” Marion County Sheriff Billy Woods told reporters at a press conference Friday.

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Deputies were responding to a “suspicious incident” involving a woman — later identified as Kendra Boone, 33 — reportedly trying to snatch an elderly woman's keys at a shopping center in Silver Springs

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Deputy Chris Witte responded in his patrol SUV around 2 p.m. and instructed Boone, who approached his car, to head to the back of his vehicle as he briefly stepped out

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But Boone instead jumped into the deputy's vehicle — which was running with the key in the ignition — through the open passenger window and slid behind the wheel in a matter of seconds

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Witte yells at her to stop as she begins driving away in his patrol car. He chases after the car and opens the driver's door, attempting to pull her out, but she hits the gas and speeds out of the shopping center parking lot

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She was traveling “well over 100 miles per hour” and was “driving erratically” as she tried to evade deputies

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Boone moved onto the right shoulder while attempting to pass a semi-truck on the highway during the chase. When she merged back onto the roadway, she lost control and crossed over the double yellow lines into oncoming traffic

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She collided head-on with a black pickup truck...two of the truck occupants — the 73-year-old male driver and a 72-year-old female passenger from Waterloo, South Carolina — were pronounced dead on the scene

:marseydepressed#: its a shame that there were innocent victims, this story would be much funnier if it was just her that got hurt.

Woods said he and his deputies felt “sheer panic” when they learned that a patrol car had been stolen.

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“We know what's in the vehicle. There's a long rifle in there,” he said. “The moment she did that, she was a threat to human life — a threat for merely getting in that car. Think about that for a minute. What do citizens think when they see blue lights coming down the road? They think it's a good person — not an a–hole like this.”

The outspoken sheriff made clear that he places zero blame on the deputy whose vehicle was stolen.

“My deputy did absolutely nothing wrong,” he said, adding that policies on leaving patrol vehicles running “doesn't mean s–t” when asked by a reporter.

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There's like a dozen of these books and they all sound the same. How many dudes are on a hockey team, anyway?

!bookworms has anyone read a Sawyer Bennett?

Who is your fave Pittsburgh Titan? I think I like Camden

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He can puck me with his stick right in the penalty box any day (I don't watch hockey)


Edit: OMG this is actually at least the second hockey-themed smut series she's written. Don't miss Cold Fury: From the grumpy team captain to the goalie who falls for the league's only female GM, the Cold Fury is hot as puck from the opening drop to the final buzzer.

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Maybe it's because all the hockey boys at my school were brain-damaged Leafs, but I can't imagine having this much of a fetish for hockey players.


Third!

The league's newest team, the Arizona Vengeance is ready to take the sport by storm. Whether it's a fake relationship with the coach's daughter, the billionaire team owner falling for the sister of one of his players, the playboy falling for the local bookstore owner, or the man spiraling out of control following the death of his fiancée, the Arizona Vengeance series will have you on the edge of your seat cheering for more.

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An Indian model who faked her own death in a publicity stunt to raise awareness about cervical cancer has defended her actions, saying in a social media post that she was proud of what her “death news has been able to achieve”.

Poonam Pandey, a 32-year-old reality TV star and former Bollywood actor who shot to fame in 2011 when she promised she would strip for the India cricket team if they won the Cricket World Cup, was said to have died on Friday.

In a statement that appeared to be from her management team, her 1.3 million followers were informed on Instagram: “This morning is a tough one for us. Deeply saddened to inform you that we have lost our beloved Poonam to cervical cancer. Every living form that ever came in contact with her was met with pure love and kindness.”

Her team confirmed in media statements that Pandey had “bravely fought the disease” but had “tragically passed away”. “Her unwavering spirit amidst her health struggles was truly remarkable,” her manager, Nikita Sharma, told reporters, adding that there was a “critical need for increased awareness and proactive measures against preventable diseases like cervical cancer”.

Colleagues and co-stars posted about their sadness and grief on social media, and a flurry of obituaries were published, but others were sceptical, pointing out that footage of Pandey looking healthy and enjoying a boat ride in Goa had been posted on social media four days earlier.

Pandey then conceded in a video that she “didn't die” and apologised to her followers for shocking them.

“Yes, I faked my demise. Extreme, I know. But suddenly we all are talking about cervical cancer, aren't we?” Pandey said. “I am proud of what my death news has been able to achieve.”

“Unlike some other cancers, cervical cancer is entirely preventable. The key lies in the HPV vaccine and early detection tests. We have the means to ensure no one loses their life to this disease. Let's empower one another with critical awareness and ensure every woman is informed about the steps to take.”

She then urged her followers to “bring #DeathToCervicalCancer”.

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The chattering class has a new fixation: polyamory. What began as a trickle of discourse a few years ago---as shows including Succession and Scenes From a Marriage streamed open relationships into our living rooms---has become a veritable flood. The past weeks and months have seen stories ranging from wide-eyed to prurient in The New Yorker, The New York Times, the Financial Times, NPR, The Wall Street Journal.

At the center of the recent discussions is More: A Memoir of an Open Marriage, by Molly Roden Winter, an unsparing account of a polyamorous life---at least, a polyamorous life as lived by a white, wealthy, heterosexual Brooklynite.

More---and the present interest in polyamory more broadly---is the result of a long-gestating obsession with authenticity and individual self-fulfillment. That obsession is evident today in Instagram affirmations, Goop, and the (often toxic) s*x positivity of an app-dominated dating scene, but its roots go back decades. As the historian Christopher Lasch wrote in 1977, this worldview "assumes that psychic health and personal liberation are synonymous with an absence of inner restraints, inhibitions, and 'hangups.'" And what could offer more liberation than throwing off the constraints of one of humanity's oldest institutions, monogamous marriage? Indeed, the desire to discover her true self is Molly's stated reason for engaging in "ethical non-monogamy." When she prepares to go on one of her first extramarital dates, she thinks, "Who is my 'self' if not a mother and a wife? I honestly don't know. Perhaps it's time to find out."

Despite the book's slick marketing---which takes great care to cast the author as a "happily married mother"---Molly's polyamorous journey toward self-actualization does not seem to bring her much happiness. It seems to make her miserable, while taking her attention away from the real issues: a husband who behaves like an butthole, an unbalanced division of household labor, an unorthodox childhood, a desire to please everyone no matter the personal cost. Her attempt at finding a "deeper truth" through sexual enlightenment not only provides little truth or enlightenment; it keeps her from seeing her problems clearly.

In this way, More is a near-perfect time capsule of the banal pleasure-seeking of wealthy, elite culture in the 2020s, and a neat encapsulation of its flaws. This culture would have us believe that interminable self-improvement projects, navel-gazing, and sexual peccadilloes are the new face of progress. The climate warms, wars rage, and our country lurches toward a perilous election---all problems that require real action, real progress. And somehow "you do you" has become the American ruling class's three-word bible.

The philosopher Charles Taylor has argued that, since at least the late 20th century, Western societies have been defined by "a generalized culture of 'authenticity,' or expressive individualism, in which people are encouraged to find their own way, discover their own fulfillment, 'do their own thing.'" Taylor describes a phenomenon that's all too easy to recognize in today's pop psychology and the maundering of wellness influencers, but his concept doesn't quite capture the extent to which this relentless quest for self-optimizing authenticity has infused our social and even political sensibilities.

We might call this turbocharged version of authenticity culture "therapeutic libertarianism": the belief that self-improvement is the ultimate goal of life, and that no formal or informal constraints---whether imposed by states, faith systems, or other people---should impede each of us from achieving personal growth. This attitude is therapeutic because it is invariably couched in self-help babble. And it is libertarian not only because it makes a cult out of personal freedom, but because it applies market logic to human beings. We are all our own start-ups. We must all adopt a pro-growth mindset for our personhood and deregulate our desires. We must all assess and reassess our own "fulfillment," a kind of psychological Gross Domestic Product, on a near-constant basis. And like the GDP, our fulfillment must always increase.

Therapeutic libertarianism is ubiquitous. And bipartisan. Among the right, a new kind of reactionary self-help is ascendant. Its mainstream version is legible in the manosphere misogyny of Jordan Peterson, Joe Rogan, and Andrew Tate, while more eldritch currents lurk just beneath the surface. The Nietzscheanism of internet personalities like Bronze Age Pervert---who combines ethnonationalist chauvinism in politics and personal life with a Greco-Roman obsession with physical fitness---is only one of many examples of the trend the social critic Maya Vinokour has called "lifestyle fascism."

On the left, what gets termed "wokeness" is indissociable from self-help. How should we understand superficial, performative expressions of "anti-racism" or preening social-media politics if not as a way for self-described good-hearted liberals to make grand public displays of pruning their moral shrubbery? Progressives blather incessantly about the need to "do the work," a mantra which is invariably treated as a synonym for the self-improvement slogan "work on yourself."

Polyamory, as More demonstrates, entangles many of these tendencies at once. Early on in More, Molly is given homework by her therapist: to create a list of things she wants freedom from ("pressure to be punctual," "self-imposed obligations," "guilt," "pleasing others") and lists of things she wants freedom to be or freedom to do ("spontaneous," "imperfect," "my own priority," "things that are fun and just for me"). Molly carries these lists around with her everywhere, tucked safely in a pocket, as she navigates the at times fiery and frigid waters of ethical non-monogamy. What the author is trying to find in her open relationship is not s*x, but self-understanding---what it means, how we get it, whether s*x can provide it. And although the answers Molly arrives at are not cheaply won, they are cheap all the same.

Near the end of the memoir, the author's mother provides the empty epiphany toward which the text careens. "Everything that happens in life," her mom offers, "is an opportunity to learn about yourself. Marriage. Motherhood. Relationships. Even anger and illness. Nothing that happens is good or bad in and of itself. It's all just an opportunity to learn and grow." With this maternal revelation, Molly's "skin starts to tingle." She relates that the advice "feels almost holy."

But though Molly may tell herself and her readers that she is on a journey of learning and growth, the ugly truth is that More feels like a 290-page cry for help. Molly does not come off as a woman boldly finding herself, but rather as someone who is vulnerable to psychological manipulation and does not enjoy her open marriage. I am not holding a magnifying glass up to the text in search of hidden signs of discontent. I am not paternalistically projecting my Protestant values or wintry Northeast prudishness onto the author. I simply read the book. And if it seems like Molly Roden Winter does not want to be in an open marriage, it is because she often lets us know that she doesn't want to be in an open marriage.

She makes this clear to the reader, her husband, her psychiatrist, her marriage counselor, and herself again and again and again. Sometimes she wails it through tears and sometimes she shrieks it through the phone and sometimes she coats it in rough-edged irony, but the message remains the same. When a couples therapist asks the pair why they're in counseling halfway through the book---prompted by a breakdown Molly experiences that stems from their marital arrangement---she explains: "We're here because I don't want to be in an open marriage anymore, but Stewart does."

There are precious few s*x scenes where Molly seems to be enjoying herself. When Molly is in the middle of a squirmy threesome she's been dreading, she literally dissociates from her body, pretending that she is a director staging a scene in which her physical person is merely an actor. Molly describes how she performs her role with "a clinician's detachment" and leaves the apartment rapidly so as not "to be pulled back into this scene." After one of her dates repeatedly removes his condom without her consent---an act known as "stealthing," which is considered a s*x crime in a number of countries and the state of California---she contracts a series of urinary tract infections. Stewart's response to the UTIs is not concern for his wife but irritation: "This guy is breaking all my toys," he grumbles. When she gets upset that her husband keeps calling her a "c*nt" and a "whore" during s*x---something he professes not being able to help---Stewart does not change this habit. Instead they strike a preposterous bargain: "He will try his best not to scream c*nt during s*x, and I will do my best to ignore him if he does."

But for all the unpleasantness she endures, Molly spends most of the book deluding herself that she's in charge and having a grand old time. When a date treats her dismissively after she gives him a public blowjob: "Never mind," she tells herself, "I'm having adventures. I am living." When she's uncomfortable about sleeping with a new partner in the apartment he shares with his fiancée: "This is what it's all about," she tells herself, like a lapsed Catholic repeating a catechism in which they have lost all faith. Winter is trapped in her therapeutic worldview, one imposed on her by an American culture that has made narcissism into not simply a virtue, but a quasi-religion that turns external obstacles into opportunities for internal self-improvement.

These obstacles include, in her case, profound gender inequality relating to Molly's life as a parent to two sons, and a troubling family history. Molly's mother joined a cult---and indoctrinated the author into it as a child---at the urging of a male partner in her own open marriage. The book makes tacit comparisons between Molly's mother's initiation into a cult at the behest of an extramarital partner, and Molly's own initiation into an open marriage at the behest of her husband. It also seems to make a connection between Molly's mother's chronic illness (which the latter believes is caused by "repressed rage") and Molly's chronic headaches.

Indeed, throughout More, the dominant emotion Molly reports is not lust but rage---primarily at the deeply unequal child-care burdens that are placed upon her. "I think about all the years I've spent my night alone with the kids---the dinners, the bedtimes, the dishes, the loneliness of doing it all by myself---because Stew had to work," she laments at one point. That Stewart is now spending late nights not working (if he ever was) but rather schtupping his endless reserve of mistresses pushes Molly further to the brink: "I feel my jealousy mingle with the resentment I've kept at bay for years," she confesses. Then she adds, "But looking at my anger is like looking at the sun."

Except in fleeting moments, she doesn't look at her anger. Instead, Molly doubles down on her quest for self-actualization through the relentless pursuit of bitter novelty: new sexual experiences that she rarely seems to enjoy, new partners who rarely treat her kindly. "It's like, as a mother, you're supposed to give up your whole self, like you're not allowed to have a self at all," she remarks. But this misogyny feels unmovable, too culturally sedimented. The only solution Molly can imagine is to persist in an open marriage, rather than push for an equal one. Inward sexual revolution plainly feels more possible than a revolution in who does the dishes.

Reviews of More have similarly missed what the real problem is. For example, an article in The Washington Post reserves its criticisms for Molly, noting that the author's open marriage got an "unethical start" because she slept with a man who was cheating. The reviewer complains that Molly spends too much time paying the "Mother Tax" in the memoir (i.e., talking about her children) but fails to mention that Molly's husband and her various inamoratos have serious character flaws, or that Molly is perpetually disconsolate. The Financial Times review is also distorted, blithely referring to Molly's emotional bruises as "genital waxing and its discontents." And once again, her husband gets off the hook. When the reviewer described Molly's husband as the "rock-solid center of her life," I actually gasped.

Of course, even as memoirs belong to the nonfiction genre, there is always some storytelling at work. In interviews, and a recent op-ed titled "Why I Love My Open Marriage," Molly makes her relationship seem stronger and happier than it does in her book. Where the truth lies is ultimately impossible to say, and it would be a mistake to assume that the "Molly" or "Stewart" who are represented in More exactly capture flesh-and-blood Molly and Stewart. But we can be sure that the characters we encounter in More do not present a flattering or ethical image of polyamory, no matter how much reviewers praise its titillating frankness.

In his 1978 best seller, The Culture of Narcissism, Christopher Lasch argued that American narcissism should not be understood as simple self-obsession. Narcissism is a survival strategy: If we are fixated on finding fulfillment and endless self-reinvention, it is because our own inner lives feel like the only thing most of us have control over. The therapeutic cult of personal growth is a response to external problems that feel insoluble, a future that feels shorn of causes for hope.

In an earlier book, Lasch wrote about open marriage as the logical end point of a narcissistic, survivalist culture. "The fear and rejection of parenthood, the tendency to view the family as nothing more than marriage, and the perception of marriage as merely one in a series of nonbinding commitments, reflect a growing distrust of the future and a reluctance to make provisions for it," Lasch claimed.

One doesn't need to look far to find wellness nonsense in the current raft of polyamory coverage: It's positively thick with it. New York magazine's recent spread on open relationships---the cover festooned with an adorable quad of groping cats generated almost as much discourse as the issue itself---is redolent with therapeutic pitter-patter. "I feel deeply committed to the journey of the truth of my own soul," a woman named Sarah explains in the feature story. "And I believe a lot in self-awareness and self-knowledge. That's something that is always undulating and changing for me." When her primary partner, Nick, grows uncomfortable with the lack of boundaries in her other relationships, she redirects him with dulcet psychobabble: "How can we get curious about what the psychological experience is for you?" Nick dryly remarks, "Sarah's favorite activity for the two of us to do is couples therapy."

The magazine's "Practical Guide to Modern Polyamory" undulates with the therapeutic-libertarian ethos. A section titled "Should We Come Up With Some Rules?" treats boundaries as understandable but likely unworkable restraints on relationship growth that the successful poly pair should eventually discard. "If you had a set of rules, it would almost feel very strict, like monogamy," says a woman named Olivia, sounding like someone doing their best Rand Paul impression. Like good libertarians, the elegant polyamorists mostly seem to believe that any intervention or imposition on personal freedom is an intolerable affront that must be deregulated.

My problem with all of this is not a moral one. Although I am happily, monogamously married, how two (or three, or four) other consenting adults want to live their lives is not simply no one's business. It doesn't strike me as a matter of right or wrong at all.

My issue with the new open-marriage discourse is not ethical but political, and my criticism is aimed not at polyamorists in general or Molly Roden Winter's book in particular, but at anyone eager to valorize the latest lifestyle fad that is little more than yet another way for the ruling class to have their cake and eat it too. The Marxist philosopher Daniel Tutt has pointed out that a "new intimacy" has come to govern modern relationships: an intimacy that "has fused with market terms" and is "centered on protecting one's self-worth, self-esteem and dignity." But Tutt notes that even as modern relationship etiquette is dressed up in progressive pieties, its goods are primarily reserved for the elites. "The new intimacy based on self-worth is egalitarian seeming," he observes, "but its promises are not widely experienced. Since the late 1970s and accelerating up to the present, the prospect of marriage and family have receded for many people, especially for the working class."

There is something obtuse about the recent polyamory coverage, disproportionately focused as it is on trendsetters: The very class of Americans who most reap the benefits of marriage are the same class who get to declare monogamy passé and boring. The rich---who marry within their social class to combine their wealth, exacerbating inequality---enjoy the advantages of the double-income, two-parent household and then grow tired of these very luxuries. From their gilded pedestals, they declare polyamory superior to monogamy. Media reports rarely note these tensions, or explain that this brand of "free love" requires the disposable income and time---to pay babysitters and pencil in their panoply of paramours---that are foreclosed to the laboring masses.

Meanwhile, others have turned to ethical non-monogamy precisely because our society is not set up to their advantage. They practice it not as part of an individual journey of self-discovery, but as a way to have more support, materially and emotionally. In 2022 the writer and disability-rights activist Jillian Weise wrote a thoughtful essay, also for New York magazine, exploring the freedom polyamory provides to her as a disabled person. That piece did not generate the breathless coverage of either More or New York's canoodling cats.

Open relationships really do provide some people---like Weise---the freedom that they want and need. But a quick tour through the voluminous polyamory Reddit forums, for example, also reveals the downsides of applying therapeutic libertarianism to our personal lives: Beautiful souls seeking absolute freedom may find only abjection. Look no further than Molly herself, who nods and breaks down into tears when her therapist asks whether she worries that "open marriage is giving you an illusion of freedom" rather than actual freedom. It is one of those fleeting moments when Molly seems on the verge of a breakthrough, only to have it slip away.

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Apparently when you are fat you are “one of the boys.”

Does anyone else find it amazing that as a fat woman in a setting with men it automatically become a bro. It's like Al of a sudden they talk about hot girls, hard on's and other things they would probably be less likely to talk about if they were in the presence of a skinny girl.

Just a feeling and my own perception only. Not saying all men are like this just wondering if anyone experienced something familiar.

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LEAVE JUSTIN ALONE

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Britney...girl...don't apologize. He literally strummed a shitty lil' acoustic song to you while you were lying on the floor of a bathroom in pain after an abortion that he pressured you into

Moid was humble and said he wasn't ready to be a father, foid chose not to raise a future Redditor. Somehow this is a bad thing.

One thing I've noticed about chronically abused people is they often perform friendliness to keep themselves safe.

If a foid says a moid didn't abuse her, that's just proof of how bad the abuse really was. Emphasis mine.

I'll hate him for you Brit.

Haha same. We got this girl, just go dance and have some fun

She's literally having to apologize because of :marseyfoidretard:s like this but they're claiming to be on her side :marseycoffee:

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Then he (46M) sent me (46F) an email laying :marseyantiwork2: out how all the finances would :marseymid: be, and then he blocked me for 3 months. We'd been married :marseybride: for 24 years. I was shocked.

He dragged the case on and on. My lawyer :marseygrouns: said, in front :marseyviewerstare: of the mediator, that she wouldn't take my case to trial (we had our mandatory mediation last week - it was horrible!!!) He is working :marseylifting: toward a trial. Did I mention he's a trial lawyer? Personal injury.

We had a lot of money, like a lot, and drove a lexus and wore fancy :marseycheers2: clothes :marseyredhood: (him too, as much or more as me), and bought 2 houses together :marseyropewithchingchong: but could never :marseyitsover: work out staying there, and have rented for a decade and a half.

Now he wants 50 cents :marseypiggybank: on the dollar :marseysamhyde: of any penny :marseybardfinnrentfree: I make - mind you I have no degree :marseygrad: and stayed home to raise :marseysuspicious: children :marseychildclutch: while he went to law school. I'm disabled :marseyblind: and we have multiple reports saying I'm too disabled :marseyblind: to work. I'm asking for like 37% and he still won't agree.

Next is binding arbitration. I'm so scared, None of the judges have been very kind to me. And he always gets whatever :marseyjerkofffrown: he wants. ALWAYS.

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Fatty's friend tells her she's too picky, but her criteria isn't what you might think!

Just kidding, it's exactly the same as we've come to expect:

TL;DR I cut off a friend after he said that my standards for dating are too high in comparison to how I look. Basically looking for opinions on A) Am I being too harsh by cutting him off after years of friendship? He claimed he was just “looking out for me” and being honest. B) Should I seriously consider losing weight to become more conventionally attractive if I want to be treated well by a nice self sufficient man, even though I personally like the way I look?

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I'll start by saying that even though I'm fat (5'10 240 lbs), I genuinely do really like the way I look. I do acknowledge that a lot of men treat fat women worse than they would treat more conventionally attractive women, but I am still hopeful I'd be able to find my person without any major changes to my appearance.

I haven't had the best luck with dating. Never had issues finding dates but they typically were not good quality people. It used to really upset me when men would treat me poorly, so I decided to stop all romantic and sexual interactions until I mastered the art of genuinely loving my own company. The goal was to enjoy being by myself so much that I would only want to entertain relationships that unequivocally enhanced my quality of life. I've gone 3 years of no romantic/sexual contact - way longer than I was expecting this phase of my life to be! - and it's been an amazing experience, I've never been happier. In June, a friend told me he really wanted to take me on a date and I suddenly decided it's time for me to be open to dating again. Here have been my experiences since then:

1. A friend told me he was interested in me, asked me on a date. Fantastic match but found out he really valued having a family on our second date, I'm child free and do not want kids. Let him know I'd rather stick to being friends shortly after

2. Approached me while I was reading in a park and asked for my number. Really nice guy, definitely wasn't over his ex (mentioned her a few times on first date, talked about her a lot on third date)

3. Struck up a conversation with me while we crossed paths on a hike, exchanged instagrams, I found out he's a waiter that lives in his parent's basement so I was no longer interested

Last week I was at a bar with friends (4 girls, 6 guys, + me) and someone asked about my dating life, I shared the stories above and then said “all I want is a man who's nice, funny, is ok with not having kids, loves nature and animals, won't cheat on me, and brings home at least 70% of my income, why does that seem so impossible to find” (probably relevant to the story, 70% of my income is still in the 6 figure range) One of our friends, we'll call him Dylan, was drunk. He burst out laughing and said “that's a long list!”. Another friend (29F, petite) replied with “that sounds like the bare minimum”, he said that it may be the bare minimum for her but it won't be for me. After some prodding, Dylan says “as a friend he needs to be honest” and said that guys who have all the qualities I'm looking for will be with hotter women. He then said that I'm the “entire package and more, but men don't care about what's on the inside of the package until they like how it's wrapped”. Before I really had a chance to take it in and respond, the rest of the friend group all were saying Dylan is an butthole for thinking that way. This caused 2 guys in the group to back Dylan up, one said that men are just more visual than women and any guy making close to my salary would choose a girl that looks like a model. An argument ensued in the friend group but I stayed quiet. Dylan and the other guy backpedaled a bit when they realized how upset everyone was at their comments, eventually Dylan said I'm beautiful but most men are pigs and he's just looking out for me. He's tried apologizing through text but I have not spoken to him or the other 2 guys who stood up for him. I'm much closer with Dylan than the other 2, so they don't really matter for this story.

Because of how bad my luck has been with dating in the past, part of me is thinking that Dylan may be partially right and I'm being too hard on him. Regardless of how good I feel about myself, maybe the type of men I'm looking for just don't want to be with a fat girl… so now I'm here, asking for Reddits opinion. Be brutally honest. I would rather hear your honest opinion over anything else.

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https://i.rdrama.net/images/17064245265061374.webp

The foid in question:

https://i.rdrama.net/images/17064245267485986.webp

Mad feminists:

https://i.rdrama.net/images/17064245266507316.webp

Women are only good for one thing.

https://i.rdrama.net/images/17064245266959171.webp

No wait, two things.

https://i.rdrama.net/images/17064245273382332.webp

Absolutely correct, but she'll seethe about them anyway.

Other hot takes from Iryna:

https://i.rdrama.net/images/17064245273878324.webp

https://i.rdrama.net/images/17064245274561415.webp

https://i.rdrama.net/images/1706424527558605.webp

https://i.rdrama.net/images/17064245276128056.webp

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!foidmoment

https://i.rdrama.net/images/17063052867625144.webp https://i.rdrama.net/images/17063052868577497.webp

TikTok influencers and finance watchdogs are warning of scammers posing as a 'sugar daddy' or 'sugar mamma' and conning targets out of thousands of dollars via dating and cash-transfer apps.

The scammers find targets on Tinder, Bumble or another dating or social media app, presenting themselves as a wealthy suitor before sucking their victims into a scam and draining their bank accounts.

:chadindianheadset#:

The Better Business Bureau (BBB), which monitors frauds, warned on Friday of the approach, a new twist on the 'romance scams' that saw some 70,000 victims lose $1.3 billion in 2022.

TikTokers have for months posted about being duped into thinking they were getting an 'allowance' paid into their digital wallet, only to discover later that the money had vanished

:marseyl#:

One victim told BBB they lost $19,500 to a con artist, who mailed them checks that initially appeared to have cleared into their bank account.

:marseystocksdown#:

Scammers increasingly present themselves as a 'sugar momma' or 'sugar daddy' and offer to pay an allowance of hundreds and sometimes thousands of dollars

Next, the scammer sends targets a check, or pretends to transfer money into their bank account

In return, they often ask for a favor — buying a gift card, transferring part of the money to a needy friend, or donating money to a charity

:marseyivorytower#:

After they've parted with their own cash, it emerges that the benefactor's payment never materialized, and the con is revealed.

:marseyfoidretard#:

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She also stabbed herself and the dog to make her fake psychosis more believable

https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2024-01-23/woman-gets-probation-for-fatal-stabbing-during-weed-induced-psychosis

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Britney Spears stays slaying
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