Please, everyone go look at his blog. I was going to post all the weird shit in this comment, but there's just so much. Disassembled celebrities? Check.

I know. I still have time, but I just don't have the patience for sleazy dicks.

You are a good person. Heck, I think I probably was a teenager last time I went to that house and it was still creepy. (I also have a pretty low tolerance for creepiness though.)

Props to you for being one of those houses but not being freaky. We had a few of them in my hometown, and the last time I went to the one that was the most decked-out, it was a zombie/disease theme and they had horribly made-up people lurching toward you with boils or gashes or something. Not worth it.

This is not even a list of the top 10 Shakespearean boyfriends. It's just a list of 10 random Shakespearean boyfriends, who are then put into order while ignoring more likeable but less dramatically interesting characters. Which is stupid and pointless.

No.

I was going to be all jealous that mine wasn't as cool, but I looked it up and mine's the same! This is the Clan Chattan crest, but Chattan is a confederation of clans, including mine, MacBean. This is weirdly exciting.

That was a beautifully succinct and polite explanation. You're awesome.

You can have them. My mom bought the cardboard ones when I was in my early teens and they made me cry. Several times I just used them without the applicator because I couldn't make them work—I could never get a good enough grip on them, especially on my heaviest days. That was when I first learned how much it fucking…

My mom bought the cardboard ones when I was in my early teens and they made me cry. Several times I just used them without the applicator because I couldn't make them work—I could never get a good enough grip on them, especially on my heaviest days. That was when I first learned how much it fucking hurts when you…

It's really not any more disgusting than having a trash can full of toilet-paper-wrapped blood cotton in your bathroom, but it's hard to get past the "cup full of blood" part.

I'm basing this on no statistics whatsoever, but I think it's mostly tampons and pads. I'd guess that most American women have never even heard of a menstrual cup, and if they have their immediate reaction was "ew, why?"

Not going to lie, if they sold a box of tampons that looked like a box of crayons, I would probably buy it just for the novelty. Bonus points if all the wrappers are different colors.

I have one every month and I still do this every time I have to buy tampons. It doesn't help that with the exception of the Kotex U ones, every box looks exactly the same.

You can ask, but I don't know that I can answer. My mom's only limitation on my independent travel is "make smart choices", and she didn't even necessarily shoot down Istanbul when I mentioned it. We lived an hour outside Budapest when I was 13, so my sister and I wanted to spend some time there and maybe take a train…

I may do it at Christmas. My sister is coming out then and our mom is opposed to us travelling anywhere other than France and the UK, so we may go through London and visit all the colleges she's interested in. (She's already counting up her possible APs so that she can apply to Oxford and Cambridge, because she's…

Not yet, no. Unfortunately the only trains they run from Lyon are to the UK, so it gets kind of pricey—I can take it to London, but not to Paris or any of their other French stops.

And you can move freely, and there's legroom and outlets and questionable wifi. Until we get luxury dirigibles, trains are my favorite. (Although I don't drive.)

Last summer I went through Philly on my way back from Oregon to DC. I flew to Newark, then took Amtrak from Newark to Philly and Philly to DC. Taking a late-night (read: mostly empty) train back after flying overnight and walking around all day was possibly the most comfortable travel experience I've ever had. (And so…

And yet I still prefer it to flying.