"it's my butt, paid for it with my own money!"

As far as I remember from demographics class, the former USSR lost so many men (among the millions of people) in WWII that they still haven't recovered, and the birth rates since that time have not been so good either. So part of this may be that there aren't enough marriageable men in Russia.

Some Russian cuss words are so bad they don't even really translate. I won't give examples.

What makes a good rock, though? You can't eat them.

With this napkin ring, I thee wed.

"Treat Yo'self Day" — I hope this catches on.

I feel you, it costs money to go out. Even just to leave the house sometimes.

I noticed a Princess Banana Hammock sometimes shows up here.

After having met you once? Sometimes decades later? This explains a lot for me, also.

I am pretty sure it's pre-mixed and pre-formed in some central plant, frozen and then sent to the individual branches.

Moroccan falafel? The closest thing I ever saw to falafel in Morocco was mashed potato balls that they deep-fried and put in sandwiches. But I wasn't there for long.

What's the return policy?

Swan vs. Cat. I'd buy tickets to that.

I am allowed to buy journals/blank books whenever I see any I like and add them to to the stockpile because I do use them.

Leg warmers — don't see anyone else here confessing to that so far. Worse yet, I wear them on my wrists and pull them over my hands b/c I hate gloves.

If they're not too esoteric or technical, they are a godsend if you're learning or teaching English.

Modest =/= frumpy.

Yep. Scarves FTW. I know how it all started; the most treasured of my collection were my mother's.

Some of those huge, dark bug-eye sunglasses are actually large enough to put on over my prescription glasses. I have no shame.

Я тоже, потому что она говорит по-русски.