By Pradeepan Jeevamanoharan
Last fall, I fell in love with sexist jokes. I said them well, and I said them frequently. Whether I was in the deli or chapel on my college campus, I didn't mind asking girls, “Why are you wearing a watch? There's a clock on the oven.” I mean, to me, sexist jokes can be hilarious. That is why I told them. Do I hate women? By all means no. In fact, my mother is a woman, and I love her dearly. It seemed that girls found my jokes hilarious as well. They laughed. How could I suspect anything was wrong? Read More