Dear Donald Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

You don’t know me, but I know you. Let me correct myself, I know you from what I have seen of you projected through the media. I’ve seen you on “The Apprentice.” I’ve seen you on talk shows and in interviews. I’ve seen the loving side of you—I’ve seen you with your children, I’ve seen pictures of you on your wedding day to your wife Melania, and I’ve seen you portrayed as the quintessential “New Yorker”—a straight shooting businessman who has enjoyed some success. In recent months, I’ve also seen a darker side of you, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

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An Open Letter to Donald: Some Conversation Topics for the Locker Room

Dear Don,

In light of recent events, I thought it was important that we air some stuff out. It’s important for men to understand the difference between “locker room talk,” whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean, and words that can be classified as confession to sexual assault. I feel I have a moral obligation to help you, because the Breitbart echo chamber you’ve trapped yourself in will not.

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