Whoa, Rite Aid sells beer and Costco sells liquor? I need to live where you live.

It would be interesting know in which rooms people most commonly use the safe word.

If I read that, I would have guessed the sexual content would be images or scenes acted out without my involvement. Never would I guess someone would lick my face or pin me to a wall in a manner that simulates sexual assault.

Never. Because you should hand it over to me.

Work on your plans on your own time. We INTJs are not collaborators.

I noticed the plethora of INTJs, too. I've done this exercise with quite a few groups; one time there were two of us, every other time I've been the only one. I feel like I just found my tribe.

INTJ. That's why almost everyone I meet is an asshole.

I came here to chide the "true woman" nonsense, but got distracted by "tocophobia," which I misread as "tacophobia." Did not understand a) wtf tacos have to do with this, and b) how one could be afraid of something so delicious. Aaaaand now I want tacos.

I am so glad you feel my opinion is valid. I can go on with my day now.

Superfluous grunting does not mean all grunting. It means that grunting which is above and beyond what is necessary. It's the "look at me, I'm moving something" grunting, not the genuinely working hard grunting.

I had the mindset of those guys, (minus the hitting on the instructor), the first few months at my gym. Jumping in some hardcore classes with a a bunch of middle-aged women, (I'm in my 20s), was one of the most humbling experiences I've ever had. Those women KILL IT every damn day.

This is precisely why I go to a women-only gym. No intimidation. No embarrassment. No self-consciousness (except when people stare at me while I grimace on a foam roller). No superfluous grunting in the weight room. No one tries to talk to me when I have my game face on. No one hovers, no one offers unsolicited…

Someone cut you open, (probably while you were conscious), (hopefully) pulled a live human out of you, and likely sent you home 48 hours later. That is some badass shit right there. Anyone who is bothered by a c-section scar - or any scar, really - is a total asshat and deserves to be uncomfortable.

I rarely remove liquids from my bag. I put them in a ziploc in the front pocket of my roller board just in case, but it has never been an issue. But the time I flew out of an Airforce bace and accidentally left a tiny lipgloss, less than 1/3 full in my purse - hoo boy, did that cause a commotion. The TSA agent said he…

Beagles are crazy. I had one; she ate my high school graduation cap, (before graduation, of course), FOUR copies of 1984, (I guess it was her favorite book), an entire jar of vaseline, a pound of chocolate covered macadamia nuts and most of the paper box they came in, an entire batch of cornbread....the list goes on.

You're a Duggar, aren't you?

Fascinating. I was particularly surprised to see where a lot of the trends started.

None. Because women are dogs and dogs don't know how to use the interwebz.

I'm from the north, but grew up in the South. People are amazed I don't have an accent. Until I start drinking, then, hoo boy, is my accent thick.

There was a woman who made what I dubbed "toaster steak" in my old office. She never cranked the temp high enough so the steak basically steamed. It was always gray and rubbery and smelled foul. And she never cleaned the toaster oven, so after a couple toaster steaks, everything came out tasting like old meat.…