I worked in a special collections library that collected a lot of LGBT materials, including some extremely, EXTREMELY explicit gay porn videos that were created as safe sex teaching videos by an AIDS activist group— it could be that they have porn in their collections and want to make sure people working there are…

That first one is some BS. In a previous life, I was a records manager... I’m 5’1 and 105, and the job stated clearly that it required the ability to lift and carry boxes up to 45lbs. Since it was a union job, they did actually make us do a demonstration (pick up box, walk down hallway), but they made *everyone* do…

I like to imagine that there’s an industrial foods sector... that’s where you find the Cheesecake Factory and the Spaghetti Warehouse... it’s located right on Cheddar Bay.

My husband jokingly refers to it as “Chipoodle,” which was all well and good until we were talking with a neighbor and he mentioned swinging by “Chipoodle,” which led to our neighbor looking at us like “Bless your hearts...” and we had to explain that yes, we knew that wasn’t how it was pronounced, but...”

I scrolled through just to see if someone would post this! Thank you!

Well... It’s a trade-off. I have the job of my dreams and will soon be getting a horse— two things that weren’t going to happen in NY. But the traffic really does suck, and most of the food is only OK. But all told, I don’t really miss NY. I was there for 22 years, and the NYC I left wasn’t the NYC that I loved.

I moved to LA from NYC last year— rents definitely differ by area. The prices are *almost* on a par with NYC in most places, but you tend to get more bang for your buck (larger apartments, outdoor space, etc). I scored a $1000 studio... but it’s in Sherman Oaks— which is essentially the Queens of LA.

I once took a horse on a pub crawl. In Brooklyn.

My mother has told me over and over "Let us worry about us— we've got it covered." She has made it clear she does not want them to be a burden to my husband and I, and has saved accordingly. I am grateful for the sentiment, but there's always the possibility that something catastrophic will happen and I will have to…

FWIW, I'm both childless by choice and an only child. I never had strong feelings about parenthood, and my parents were awesome, so I felt as though if I couldn't approach it with the same level of devotion and enthusiasm, I should step aside. And now biology has closed that particular door, and while I occasionally…

I was tangentially involved in some crazy-ass marital infidelity... when I was 15.

I have a 2005 XC 90 that I inherited from my SIL (the suburban mom with 2 kids and a large dog for whom this car was clearly created)... I loathe it for many reasons— terrible in-town mileage, far too big for my needs, terrible maneuverability, zero pickup, and just plain fugly— but I definitely always feel extremely…

That is much, much cooler than the time in my required public speaking class where we had to do a biographical speech about a historical figure from a list provided by our teacher. I totally picked Oliver Cromwell thinking it was Aleister Crowley. I thought I was going to get to talk about all sorts of wild and…

why were you so adamant about not going to the doctor?!

Sister, I feel your pain. I worked in a local bookstore in high school, and because of my short stature, I was the only one who fit in the costumes they rented every month to promote their children's story hour. I have been Snoopy, the Pokey Little Puppy, Clifford, and every frigging member of the Berenstain Bear…

I totally agreed with you until I was served roasted cauliflower puree this winter. It was
*magical.* Not fibrous, not crumbly, not tasteless... *magical.* That said, this is the only form in which I will consume cauliflower. If it's not roasted and pureed, it is of the devil.

Agreed, I'd hang out with him. I'm happily married, but in my dating days, I honestly preferred a straightforward and transparent approach to a guy putting on an act to "win" me. Then again, my husband has frequently bemoaned my complete cynicism when it comes to romance. I tell him to think of all the money he saved…

The only regret I have about that short-lived relationship was not asking about the dream. LOST OPPORTUNITY!