I'm in Vancouver, which has a pretty sizable south and east Asian population. Awhile back when Shit Vancouverites Say was a trend, one of them was, "I'm not racist, but [super racist thing about Asians]." And don't even get me started on what First Nations people have to deal with.

I always thought it looked kind of fun, and impressive, but then I grew up being constantly told not to look out the window at my dad when he was welding (albeit for good reason), so I feel like I'd be staging a tiny act of rebellion.

Didn't Letterman have a Grinder Girl on his show for awhile? Showing off next to the Will It Float tank?

They're filled with riffy goodness? I got nothin'. And it's not like he can just opt to listen to Audioslave, instead—same band more or less, but a pretty different sound.

I sort of wonder, though, how many Americans live across the border in Canada and drive down to shop in Bellingham? My advisor makes a bi-weekly trip to stock up on cheese and other stuff. What are they going to do, make me show my passport? Or would they be going by the tags on my car? Awwwwkwaaaaaard...

That is a wise hospice nurse.

I know a lot of people who buy dairy and meat in the states because it's substantially cheaper—dairy in particular. I read an article awhile back that said that good quality white cheddar costs more per ounce in Canada than top sirloin. Add to that the large sales tax (13%), and suddenly my advisor's bi-weekly trips…

My mom once had a moth fly into her ear and get caught against her eardrum. She said the fluttering was some of the most excruciating pain she'd ever experienced. My dad took her into the student health center, but it was about 2 in the morning and there were nothing but inexperienced residents in sight. They tried…

I got the impression he was trying for domineering!sexy but fell short somewhere around creepy!asshole. I had words with him; it hasn't happened since.

True enough, but until I have the time and inclination to look for such a person, it's kind of nice to have someone who's got my back every now and then. For the rest I'm pretty self-sufficient.

He responds well to a "Not cool, bro," and since I'm not in any danger of falling for the guy, I haven't been too concerned. But lately it's gotten old. I think I've finally gotten to an age where instead of making me feel bad, shit like this just annoys me. I promise you don't need to fret over me. :)

Sorry to say he's an ass, or sorry that I'm dealing with him? Because if the former, no apologies are necessary, ha.

This is the same guy who insisted on picking me up after I had a biopsy done last spring, so I could spend the day napping on his couch. Makes me soup from scratch when I'm sick, that sort of thing. So WTF indeed.

Fine then. There are so many men who will not pause mid-foreplay to snark, "Shave this or I'll shave it for you." Or will at least save that until you've fooled around a few more times. Or say "please".

None of my boyfriends ever said much to me about my grooming habits, except for the most recent guy I've been sleeping with, who's about five years older than the rest of them. Also, I suspect, waaaaay more into porn than any of the rest of them. I still refuse to wax, but I've been compromising with a closer…

I was the only liberal atheist in my very small class in high school. I went back to sing at a friend's wedding a couple years ago, and was surprised by how many of my classmates, whom I had not really spoken to since high school, were apologizing to me for treating me like a pariah. Apparently they'd all come to…

I can only speak for myself and some of my classmates, personally, but I think sometimes it feels like until you've achieved a certain number of "markers" of adulthood, you don't feel like you're quite "old enough" yet. In my case, I won't really feel like a grownup until I 1) have a job with regular hours and…

I can only speak for myself and some of my classmates, personally, but I think sometimes it feels like until you've achieved a certain number of "markers" of adulthood, you don't feel like you're quite "old enough" yet. In my case, I won't really feel like a grownup until I 1) have a job with regular hours and…

Don't you mean his projections?

Some friends of my parents' friends had a similar situation with their kids. Their middle son started his Ph.D. when he was 19. All of their kids pretty much skipped high school; their youngest was my age and starting college when I was starting high school. Her mom used to say to mine that "Patrona seems so much…