Imagine an America where women had the right to vote but could be rejected for a job because of their gender. Imagine an America where women were refused admission to colleges and technical schools and denied access to credit cards. Imagine wanting to buy a house and being turned down for a mortgage because you’re a woman. Imagine being a teacher and being fired for being pregnant. This is what America was like before the Women’s Liberation Movement of the 1960s and 1970s.

Jenn Jarmula, an elementary- and middle-school teacher in Chicago, recently hung a sign outside her classroom. This Is A Fidget Spinner Free Zone, it read. Fidget spinners — which dominate Amazon’s top-selling toys and games list — are nothing more than gadgets with three weighted prongs that spin, spin, spin on the fingers of sixth-graders like tiny ceiling fans. They’ve existed in some form since 1993, but lately they’ve grown so popular that retailers can barely keep them in stock.

In an exclusive interview with SVTV, she said that having dated about 150 men, almost all of them wanted nothing but her boobs. "Most of the guys I dated wanted my boobs. Some of them fall asleep while fondling them, only four wanted sex,” Queen Paticia as she is known on Instagram said. She added that she doesn't go out much because guys harass anytime she goes out.

<!-- wp:gutenberg-custom-blocks/featured-media {"id":4874908,"url":"https://api.time.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/generosity-2.jpg","caption":"","credit":"Jessica Pettway for TIME"} --><!-- /wp:gutenberg-custom-blocks/featured-media --><!-- wp:paragraph --> It doesn’t take a neuroscientist to know that doing nice things for people feels good. But now, researchers say they’ve discovered that even thinking about doing something generous has real mood-boosting benefits in the brain. Happiness Guide<!-- /wp:paragraph --><!-- wp:paragraph --> In a new study published in Nature Communications, researchers from the University of Zurich in Switzerland told 50 people they’d be receiving about $100 over a few weeks.

I have seen the best-paid minds of my generation urinate. That’s because my editor agreed to send me to the Oscars only if I spent the entire time in the men’s bathroom. That’s because my editor is a mean, bitter woman who has serious jealousy issues about my career and wants to sleep with me. I’m very good at this revenge thing. But it turns out that staying in the bathroom is no worse than watching the ceremony, which is the least manly way of spending an evening other than crocheting while watching the Miss America Pageant.