Unless he is a ninja, at least 30 seconds.

Like Wonderhopey said, it seems weird it could escalate that far without anyone helping. Unless he was someone alone taking the photos (upstairs? through a window?) and she went up to him there, how could people just watch this happen and not help?

Really? Cool! I haven't been to Samoa, so only really know of the Kiwi fa'afine. Even so, from school there was a sense of normalcy and acceptance of it as a separate way to be - considering high school isn't known for being a tolerant place, I thought it unique and a 'culture' in and of itself as much as 'boy' or…

The only culture I can think of would be Samoan - they have a pretty widely accepted third gender - fa'afine, which is sort of a mix of both: some fa'afine are more masculine than others, but all of them are distinct from men and women.

I used to have a friend called Xaviera (sa-vera). Her mother told her she was named after a porn star.

Anecdotal, sure, but when has that ever stoppped anyone...

Ugh. Just got back from the shop after a Pineapple Lumps and cigarette run, and the checkout was full of these headlines (one had Jenner in a dressing gown as 'proof' FFS). All I could think of was that this kind of lifestyle change must be a HUGE thing for us normals to cope with, who really only have friends, family…

I think we're on the same page in regards to friendships and little kids. The 'being different' isn't a problem to me if the kids seem to enjoy each other - mine have a couple of friends who have severe allergies, and while it is a bit of a pain, it's not insurmountable changes to make for them when they come over…

We're talking about little kids here, not fully grown adults. While it's wrong to stop hanging out with another kid because they have autism, it's not right that they can never stop hanging out with another kid because they have autism.

I once scored the earth for a Baby Born, which was heartbreakingly the only thing on the list.

When I was 16, my friend and I were invited to have a threesome with one of the Beastie Boys at the party after their show. We declined, but I'm secretly proud all the same.

Not really - they don't breathe in utero because they have no need to. That only kicks in once the pulmonary system kicks in with the first breath at birth.

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As a mother to three girls, this type of thought process mystifies me. Maybe it's because of privilege (Australian low crime city, comfortably middle class etc etc), but the appropriateness of clothing choices has gotten EASIER as they grow up. As in what I buy them to wear - preschool clothes are horribly gendered,…