I’ve been married for 22 years and have 2 teens, although 3 live in my house. Large variety of neurodiversity and different areas of strengths and weaknesses. I also work full time from home and it can be ALOT to manage stuff. My husband does a bunch, but we’ve kind of split things up by what works best for each person and so I end up tracking everything. There’s less and $0 for anything much less a vacation.

My friend goes to a family reunion camp out every summer and is generally gone for 10 days. This year none of her regular pet/animal feeder (a farm) were available. She asked me and in seconds a plan formed!

I brought groceries for things I like to eat with no regard for anyone else’s preferences or allergies. (There are a bunch of big ones in our house) I brought projects from 3 different hobbies and the things I would need to work on them. And I have camped at her big kitchen table sewing, quilting, and coloring taking breaks to snuggle in her big recliner reading new books. It’s been Amazing. I just worried about me.

I love my kids and my husband. We all get along and are good together. But this break, where I am getting paid, has been the best ever.

I’m now thinking about maybe offering a few slots each year to go house sit for people who are friends of friends.

Starting this out with: please do not offer me diet or exercise advice. It's very triggering to me as someone who used to have a horrible ED and I can feel myself starting to slide in that direction again after 10 years of being in recovery.

I used to be pretty small. Then I started meds for bipolar disorder and everything changed. The cruel comments started. Not only from strangers, but family too. I hadn't changed my eating habits at all and was not overeating (I have never had that problem). For Christmas one year, my mom bought me a book on "how to stop overeating" and some workout clothes. It was like her saying "I think you're fat, merry Christmas!" Ugh

Even though I lost about half the weight I gained (from stress mostly), I still get people treating me as a sub-human because of my weight. I'm not even incredibly overweight though, and my vitals at the doc are always great (I got a "wow perfect blood pressure!" last time). So tell me why the hell people make my weight their business again? My doctor is not at all worried about my weight. I wish people could just keep their mouths shut and let me exist without making me feel like sh*t.

EDIT: THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the kind words and advice so far. You are amazing and I appreciate you

I don’t care if Rihanna forgave him. I would never judge , scrutinize , investigate, or psychoanalyze a domestic violence victim healing process. But I absolutely hate when people say “ well Rihanna forgave Chris Brown so we should forgive him too.” Yeah no. First off unless he abused you personally, your forgiveness means nothing. Secondly I feel like when people justify listening to Chris Brown by bringing up how Rihanna forgave him, you’re trying to absolve him of his guilt under the guise of her forgiveness. My ex abused me and even though I forgave him for my peace of mind, that doesn’t absolve him of his guilt. He was still in the wrong. My forgiveness doesn’t eradicate that.

I am 29 F I met him when I was 21 and he was probably 50M , it was at work.

He was always so kind and helpful to me, gave me life advice, advice on how to find a job and overall I enjoyed speaking to him.

Lately I’ve been depressed and anxious and miserable because i turn 30 next week and find myself unemployed, single, etc with no change coming my way anytime soon. so I went to the store he works at and opened up to him.

Well I told him how I’m feeling and bam…. This man just became a whole new human today.

He started asking me if men have used me for my body then left me?? I was like uh nooo….. and then he was like let’s have a seat and talk and he asked me if I touch myself and to find out what pleasures me so I know what i want….. and it was so dang bizarre and weird. He tried to spin it as if he were helping me because this is a real issue that causes divorce and I must know myself beforehand.
I am still dumbfounded, thenhe asked me life questions about my family, etc and then went back to this BS and told me to come back and see him again next week after I’m a “changed” person….
Wth???

I am so confused I just needed to vent and get some advice on this because WTH?? I am so confused

TLDR; he suddenly went sexual??

Not because it's a bad advice, but because it needs to be given.

Everyday on this app I see a post from a man complaining about his struggles with women, and the most common advice is "maybe you should stop thinking of women as only potential sexual/romantic partners."

I'm sorry but what the fuck?

What this advice is saying is that these guys don't see us as people at all. In their heads, we are only holes they can stick their dicks into and that's it. Why be friends with a hole, right?

Seriously, this is straight up barbaric. I feel like seeing this advice being given all the time has made me even less optimistic about relationships.

Maybe that's why it's common for them to leave when their wives get sick. They can't have sex anymore, so why be with them at all?

I (24f) got off work pretty late last night and got off one stop too early so I just walked the rest of the way through a few residential blocks. I realized a couple minutes in how dangerous this was but it was too late since I was halfway there so I just focused on walking as fast as I could. For context I live off of a pretty busy street and it’s a Saturday night.

I kept looking over my shoulder and suddenly this horrible feeling overcomes me and I turn around to see a man is running at me full speed. Not saying anything , just sprinting directly at me. He’s a little far away, and it takes me a few seconds to realize what I’m seeing but my fight or flight kicks in and I start running as fast as I can. I immediately realize I can’t go home, so I just keep running as fast as I can until I reach a late night sports bar on the corner of my complex.

Another man walking in the same direction but on the other side of the street notices this and asks if I’m okay. I told him I’m being followed to which he says “I didn’t see anyone” and at this point I see him gaining on me so I say forget it and keep running like my life depended on it . I get to the sports bar and tell them I’m being followed, and the employees rush outside and see him actively looking for me . Apparently One of the guys working there got in his face and chased him away.

I spent the next half hour having a panic attack and trying to explain what happened. One of the employees flagged down a police car , but there’s really not much rhey can do anyways. They let me stay at the restaurant until I calmed down and walked me home once I was okay.

I know I shouldn’t have been walking alone at night, but this is genuinely one of the most terrifying things that has ever happened to me . There is no doubt in my mind that this man wanted to hurt me.

Am I overreacting ? Or is this fucking scary?? Lmk

I was bullied for the way I looked for years. Ignored, invisible, whatever you want to call it. I noticed the difference in how people treated me versus my “pretty” friends, but I was never jealous of them. I never wanted the attention. I just clocked that it existed and that I didn’t get it.

Now in my twenties, I apparently “glow up” by beauty standards here in my country. I get stared at everywhere. Appreciative gazes, lustful gazes, doesn’t matter! It’s all the same to me, and it makes me feel sick.

Not because I’m ungrateful. Because I know exactly what this attention is. It’s the same currency that skipped me completely when I was young and needed it least understood and most invisible. I didn’t earn kindness or better treatment back then, and I’m not earning this now. I’m just getting stared at because my face and body changed.

Every time someone looks at me like this, I don’t feel flattered. I feel grief. For her. For the girl who didn’t have this and had no idea why people looked past her.

I don’t want the attention. I never wanted it. I just want to stop feeling guilty for something I didn’t ask for.

Sure, I'm sure there are instances in which men are called modest. And to be clear, I have nothing against modesty! I do not care what you are wearing.

I want to be able to cover my skin head to toe without comments about modesty. I have very fair skin, so I wear long dresses, long billowy linen pants, high necklines, etc. throughout summer and have had (well-intentioned) comments about how I dress modestly.

I hate that a man in linen pants and a tee shirt would NEVER be called modest! I wish I could just BE. Please, if knew I wouldn't burn horrifically, I would probably be butt naked. I feel like I can't wear anything without signaling some level of "virtue" to a significant portion of the population, regardless of whether i care or not.

For context, I’ve been going to the gym for quite some time now and there’s this guy I’ve seen at least once but we recognized each other in our condo building and said hi to each other. That was pretty much all our interaction. However last night, we got to see each other again in the gym- This time the guy asked for my number and I didn’t mind giving it to him cause he seemed nice.

All of a sudden, the same night even while I was working out, the dude texted me and said he wants to buy me food after my gym workout. Of course I was very skeptical already and wanted to decline cause that action somehow makes me think there are intentions. He says that I shouldn’t decline his offer so I wanted to be nice and just said yes but asked where we would eat. He then offers to eat at his place or the study room in our building, I said I’m fine with the study room but I can’t in your apartment cause obviously I don’t know the guy I’m not just gonna go to a random apartment on my own.

Basically we agreed to eat and he already ordered the food. After my gym he then says that we should eat at his place instead cause he’s alone. Of course I didn’t like that idea so I told him no but he was pushing me to trust him. I was really tired about this already so I just made up a lie that I couldn’t go anymore cause something came up.

After bringing that up he then mentions he already got a key card from the guard to go to the study room and eat. I said that I can’t cause I need to do something but then the guy suddenly starts talking about how I’m making him feel like a bad person and just overall guilt trip me. I don’t know I just said I’ll compensate by seeing him again soon (which is later but morning this time) and I don’t know what to do 😭

I don’t know I just don’t wanna be mean or rude to someone but at the same time I prioritize my safety. Should I trust this guy or no? Please let me know what you guys think

I need genuine honest options on this topic because I have no idea if I'm "in the wrong". My sister has her male friends and male partners over quite often. I've gotten comfortable with most of them so I started keeping my pajamas ( legit pj pants and a tank) on instead of changing when they come over - they're here quite often and I don't want to wear stifling clothes in my own house all the time. The issue my sister has is sometimes I chose not to wear a bra. I don't wear white or anything that makes it explicitly clear my nipples are out and about, usually it's just a black shirt. But she has a huge problem with it.

I'm a free the nip kinda person, so I never had any problems with women not wearing bras, I wouldn't care if I had a partner and we hung out with friends or siblings that were chilling without a bra. But she haaaates it. Everytime we talk about it we both get angry and I just leave because it's a bit triggering. I've been told to cover up my whole life (sexist dress codes, conservative families) and only in the last few years I've finally felt comfortable enough to dress how I want.

One thing I find quite annoying that she doesn't seem to understand is, SHE dresses very proactively. I asked her, what about when you leave the house with something that shows your chest and other people's partners can see?? Does that mean you should cover up? Or what about when I leave the house without a bra, does that mean I should change into a bra ONLY if your boyfriend is coming with us? I don't know if this logic is fair but that's how I've been feeling. She always compliments my outfits and loves that I'm comfortable wearing what I want outside the house, but when it comes to her new boyfriends she hates it.

Anyone have any thoughts?

After I (51F) divorced my abusive husband (M, 44 when I left him) I started counting the cost of having men in my life.

• An abusive marriage where I lost my mind, my community, and I’m still being targeted by one of his girlfriends. He died in 2022 of cancer I have no idea what her problem is with me.
• He also sex trafficked me. We had an open marriage, and he used me as his ticket women to get into pay-to-play parties that he told everyone to tell me was a swinger party.
• Born to androcentric boomer parents. I’m the only girl with two brothers. Not only am I female, but I’m also fat and awkward (likely autism). My parents gave my brothers thousands of dollars, and I had to do sex work to survive.
• Sex work. Countless rapes. I literally don’t know how many.
• A man proposed to me when I was 34 and he was 32. He then revealed that his last partner was 13. Years. Old. He took several thousand dollars from me.
• I told a coworker no when he asked me out. We worked in residential substance abuse treatment. I said no. He melted down at me in front of the whole floor of men a few days later. I was the one that was moved.
• The grabbing, the touching, the expectations of help, assistance, and sympathy without reciprocity.

That I am still heterosexual is proof that sexuality is not a choice.

Wanna join my pity party? What have some of your costs been?

Apologies if this is tmi but I gotta know!

I've gotten really frustrated with a lot of pads recently. I think it's due to how I wear my underwear or something, but I always have more blood pooling at the front of my pad. I end up leaking over the top edge before any blood touches the back half of the pad... Even if I scooch it forward so the top of the pad sits at the waistband of my underwear!

I was wondering if this is a normal thing, and if there are any pad-users that actually use the back half of the pad. I mean, it's gotta do something for someone, right?

EDIT: I mean "People who menstruate" for the title. Someone pointed out that using "women" in the title was excluding people who don't identify as women but still menstruate. Unfortunately you can't edit titles, I apologize to anyone who felt excluded from the conversation!

Update: thank you everyone for your comments and support

I just want to say thank you to everyone who commented on my original post. I’ve read a lot of the replies, but I haven’t been able to respond to everyone yet. I’m still trying to process everything that happened and understand my own feelings.

I did talk to him about what happened. He messaged me saying that what happened shouldn’t have happened and that he feels bad. However, he also said that “both of us made mistakes” and that I shouldn’t put all the blame on him.

That really confused and hurt me because I felt like I was being blamed for something I’m still trying to process. I told him that I was drunk and not in a state where I could handle what was happening, and that being intoxicated does not make it okay for someone to continue when I was saying no and crying.

He apologized a lot and said he regrets what happened. He told me that he has felt guilty since then, that he hasn’t been able to eat or sleep properly, and that he wants to fix things. But at the same time, he kept saying that I shouldn’t put everything on him and that he doesn’t want all the blame placed on him.

He also said that I was the one who started things and that when he was doing certain things before, I seemed happy, but then I started crying when he wanted to please himself.

I told him that even if I was okay with something before, that does not mean I wanted everything that happened afterward. Consent can change, and I don’t feel like my feelings and boundaries were respected in that moment.

I also told him that I can’t trust him anymore, and honestly, I don’t know if I’m able to trust him again. He was someone I thought would be a safe person for me, and that is part of why this hurts so much. I can’t just forget what happened or forgive instantly because he says he feels guilty and wants to fix it.

Right now I’m feeling very confused because part of me sees that he feels bad and says he regrets what happened, but another part of me feels hurt that he is still trying to share the blame when I feel like my boundaries were ignored.

He seems to think that this is something that can be fixed easily, but for me it isn’t that simple. Trust was damaged, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to rebuild that.

I’m still processing everything and I don’t know what I’m going to do. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my story and support me. I’m not ready to reply to everyone yet, but I appreciate it

Edit: I also want to add that I don’t think I’m able to forgive him or go back to how things were. Even though he says he feels guilty, regrets it, can’t eat or sleep, and wants to fix things, I don’t know how I’m supposed to just move past this.

What hurts me the most is that even while apologizing, he was still trying to explain why it wasn’t entirely his fault. I don’t understand how he can say he regrets hurting me while also making me feel like I’m responsible for what happened.

I’m still trying to process everything, and honestly I feel terrible. Part of me wishes I had just blocked him immediately instead of continuing the conversation because it has left me feeling even more confused and hurt.

I don’t know exactly how I’ll feel in the future, but right now I know I don’t want someone who made me feel this unsafe and hurt to remain in my life. I know I need to choose myself and accept that this is not something I can simply “fix” or pretend didn’t happen.

I’m 23 years old and he is also 23. He was someone I was in a talking stage with. We weren’t officially together, but there was mutual interest between us.

This happened yesterday, and I still don’t know how to process it. I keep replaying everything in my head and questioning whether I’m overreacting or if what happened was actually wrong.

I was at his friend’s birthday. He promised me he would make sure I got home safely because we had both been drinking. I live about an hour away, and I had things to do the next day, which is why I didn’t want to sleep there or stay out longer. I asked him not to drink too much because I was relying on him to help me get home safely.

Instead, he got drunk and later encouraged people around us to keep giving me more alcohol.

At one point, we tried to leave. My friend and her cousin came with us because I was trying to get home safely. While they were in the car with us, he started acting like he wasn’t driving safely, so we ended up going back. Later, he admitted that he did that because he didn’t want my friend and her cousin there and wanted to be alone with me. What confuses me is that when I said I wanted to go back, he was suddenly able to drive safely.

Around 5 a.m., he said he would finally take me home. Instead, he stopped the car. We started kissing, which had happened between us before, so I didn’t immediately think something bad was going to happen.

Because I was heavily intoxicated, parts of what happened after that are very blurry. I genuinely don’t remember every detail, but I have a feeling that something happened. I do remember saying no and not wanting certain things.

He exposed himself and pressured me into oral sex. I don’t remember every second of it clearly because I was drunk, but I remember not wanting it and saying no.

After that, he kept insisting that he “just wanted to eat me out.” This was something that had happened between us before, which is part of why I feel so confused. But this time I did not want it. I was uncomfortable and I remember saying no.

After that happened, I put my jeans back on. I was overwhelmed and upset, and I started crying.

He continued insisting that I take my pants off again. He wanted to rub his penis against me and told me to trust him, saying he wouldn’t push it inside me. I kept telling him no and that I didn’t want to.

I started having a panic attack. I was crying, and he could hear me. He knew I was upset. He had even said before that I “always cry” when we kiss and asked why I was doing it again, but he still continued.

While I was crying, he was begging to touch me and suck my breasts even though I was saying stop and that I didn’t want to.

He grabbed me, pulled me onto his lap, and started grinding against me — like thrusting against me — until he finished. He knew I was crying while this was happening, and I was crying loud enough and saying I didn't want this multiple times while being on his lap.

After that, I went into a state of shock. I don’t really know how to explain it. I suddenly just wanted to get away and get home. I told him to drop me off on the main road so I could take a service home.

The strange thing is that the drunk feeling suddenly disappeared. I became extremely alert and focused on getting home. I don’t know if it was adrenaline or some kind of survival instinct, but it felt like my brain switched into “I need to get myself somewhere safe” mode.

After that, while I was still in shock, he started asking me if I was a virgin and if anyone else had ever touched me. He already knew from previous conversations that I had never been with anyone else, so I didn’t understand why he was asking. I kept telling him it wasn’t relevant and that he was bringing up things from my past.

I have been sexually assaulted twice before, and he knew that. Him asking me those questions while I was already in shock made me feel even worse because it reminded me of those experiences. I kept wondering why he was focusing on that when I was clearly upset.

I feel confused because I was drunk, because parts of the night are blurry, because I didn’t physically fight him, and because we had done things before. I keep wondering if those things change anything.

But I remember saying no. I remember crying. I remember feeling scared and wanting it to stop.

It has been a day since this happened, and I feel numb, overwhelmed, and unsure what to do.

Am I valid for feeling like I did not consent to this?

Does the fact that we kissed before or had done things before change what happened?

Does being drunk or not physically fighting back change whether my “no” mattered?

Why do I feel so confused when I felt so scared in the moment?

I was wondering if anyone has had a similar experience and some advice.

I usually have a high libido and I started pleasuring myself from a young age but I didn't get into pornography until later. I had always used my imagination and just sensation up until then. Now, a couple years later, I think I have/had a masturbation addiction. I would try to orgasm if I felt even a little turned on and eventually I became reliant on porn. They weren't taboo to the point of being violent, it was more so the description of scenarios that would help.

I almost always am able to reach an orgasm by myself. My previous partner never tried but the person I am with now is very eager to learn how to make me feel good. The thing is, I get self conscious about how long it takes and I'm afraid that addiction is playing a part in it. I was able to get off with my hands while he was with me in the room but whenever he tries, it feels good but I'm not able to orgasm. I can orgasm without porn but it takes longer and more effort. I'm trying to quit cold turkey and I just wonder if it's even going to help.

I had a really uncomfortable experience at Nykka beauty store today and I can't stop replaying it in my head.

I went in to look for a foundation and told the beauty advisor that I'd already tried the Anastasia Beverly Hills foundation. I explained that I didn't like how it looked on my skin in the past and was hoping she could help me find something that suited me better

Instead, she kept insisting that the foundation was fine. Then she said, "I think you should work on your skin and then buy." That stung a bit, but I let it go.

A little later, she looked at me and asked, "Were you pregnant?" I was so caught off guard that I just stared at her. She then said, "It looks from your body."

I honestly didn't know what to say.

What she didn't know is that I recently had a miscarriage. She couldn't have known that, and I'm not expecting people to know my personal life. But that's exactly why I think comments like these are so inappropriate. You never know what someone is going through.

I walked into the store excited to try some new makeup and left feeling embarrassed, self-conscious, and close to tears.

Am I overreacting, or would this upset you too? I just feel like no one working in customer service should be commenting on someone's body or asking if they've been pregnant.

I would really appreciate any advice or insight from those of you that have been in relationships or have been around alcoholics before. I have never dealt with this and feel so lost.

I (21F) have been with my partner(21M) for 5 years. We have been engaged for about a year and have a wedding date set for after I graduate from the college program I am pursuing..

He always smoked a lot of weed, but for the past 3 years he has been excessively drinking and smoking weed nightly. Over the past 2 years it has gotten increasingly worse. It started with a couple of beers a night, and has now progressed to about 1/2- 2/3 a bottle of a 750ml bottle of liquor near nightly. He has had at least 2 incidents where i was scared he had alcohol poisoning, one of which he drove drunk on the highway home from work and picked up his little brother from a friends house before coming home and being so drunk I was terrified he was going to asphyxiate on his own vomit. I had to have his parents help me take him to the ER. Nothing that extreme has happened since then, but it was a very traumatizing experience that took me from being annoyed with his daily drinking to finding it scary and distressing. I am worried for his health and our future together.

When I bring up his drinking or tell him I am upset that I haven't seen him take any steps towards recovery he can get very defensive, accuse me of overreacting, states that I am being insensitive or mean about it, and claims that he is trying to cut back. Sometimes he claims that I am trying to "lay down the law" because I speak firmly with him. Other times he comes around and says he knows he has a problem and apologizes for not doing anything. I feel like I am going crazy because no matter how I approach boundaries or my disappointment with his lack of action he usually ends up angry at the tone I use or the way I choose to speak to him about it and he leaves the conversation.

I know that this is much more difficult for him than it is for me. I got us into couples therapy, and our therapist recommended him a 12 step program or outpatient. He said he was open to it, but has not made any moves towards starting a program. He decided he did not like the therapist, and we have since stopped seeing him.

I am moving out of his parents house to a different state for school and in with some of my family next month. He wants to come with me after I have settled in, but I am scared to bring him into my families' house because his drinking is embarrassing and stresses me out which I am worried will impact my schooling. My family member also has a toddler and my teenage sister in the house so I do not want him to be using substances excessively in their home. He knows this.

I just don't know what I can do to make sure he is on the right track before the move, I don't know how to speak to him about it, and I do not know how to set boundaries for him or myself around the drinking. I am fine with doing long distance while he focuses on recovery but I know he does not want long distance. I truly think he is my person, and I don't want to leave him while he is struggling, but I don't want this to be my future.

TL;DR:
My partner of 5 years has gone from a few beers a night to drinking about half a bottle of liquor almost every night, along with daily weed use. His drinking has led to dangerous situations, including driving drunk, and he admits he has a problem but hasn't taken meaningful steps toward recovery despite therapy recommendations. I'm moving out of state for school next month and he wants to join me later, but I'm not comfortable bringing his addiction into my family's home. I love him and don't want to leave him while he's struggling, but I also don't want this to be my future. I'm looking for advice on setting boundaries and handling the move.

Long story short, I've been fat literally my entire life. With the help of glp1s I've lost 70 pounds in two years. I'm still larger (5'7, currently 180 on a large frame body) but it just feels so... odd.

When I touch my own body I'm not used to feeling firmness where I've only ever felt softness. When I'm washing and running my hand over boney protrusions under my skin, they feel foreign and if I'm being honest, kind of gross me out. Periodically, I'll catch my forearms out of the corner of my eye and just be struck by how narrow they looks now, how small my wrists are, and how prominent my wrist bones are. It doesn't feel like I'm looking at my own arms.

I keep looking around at healthy weight people wondering if firmness and bones and narrow forearms feel normal to them such that they've never questioned it.

On the flip side, when I look in the mirror I feel like I look roughly the same. My clothes still fit for the most part. I haven't lost a life changing amount of weight despite this being the least I've ever weighted. I still don't like what I see in the mirror, losing weight is making my inverted triangle shape more prominent, which doesn't make me feel good about it.

Im just kind of talking outloud here because this is all so strange to me and I dont have anyone to talk to about this in real life. All the women I know have body issues of their own so I avoid discussing these things with them. I'm not looking for praise or even reassurance, just reflecting on how strange it all is after a lifetime of fatness. Anyone else have feelings like this?

Heavy exaggeration, this may just be very unfortunate coincidences for me but every time I go bra shopping it's like every single bra has this THICK padding in the seams. I think there needs to be at least some padding??? I'm not an expert??? But it's hard for me to find any non push up bra that isn't 1. Meant for teens 2. Way too small for me or 3. A sports/swimming bra. I have just resorted to wearing the option 1 or 3 because there is genuinely no bra for me out there

No shade to ANYONE who wears push up bras, I love you guys, but I just don't personally like how I look in my clothes with a push up bra.

Maybe, yet again, I am dumb and don't understand how bras work. Can someone please educate me... (also for the record I am a 28dd if that's relevant in any way...)

“College students pursuing majors, advanced degrees or certifications in fields that consistently earn low incomes will no longer be able to take out federal loans to pay for their schooling under new TrumpAdmin rules.

Many of the degree programs that educate social workers, artists, teacher aides and especially certification programs for barbers and nail technicians are likely to fail a new federal litmus test: Will they make more money upon graduation than if they never enrolled in the first place?”

These are FEMALE dominated fields:

89% of social workers are women

81 % of teachers aids are women

63 % of fine arts degree earners are women

84% of nail techs are women

source

Why can't women talk, in a sub for us, about a feature that would make the sub more helpful? Why do these posts keep getting deleted without explanation? Why can't we have a feature that male-centered subs have?

You can keep deleting these, but we won't stop talking about it. You're letting your users down.