I have a lot of opinions on this, so hopefully I can condense them into something concise. And obviously it's just one person's opinion, so grains of salt and all.

Glad to hear it! (Well not the seizing pain part, but the getting better part.)

In case you are not a frequent victim of sunburn, my remedy: a basic aloe vera + vitamin E lotion, applied every 30 minutes (or as often as you feel the skin dry out again). The moisture is the key part, the other ingredients just seem to help me heal faster and with less skin damage. You will still be sunburned…

Depending on how broadly you define paranormal, there's a lot out there that's well-written, aimed at adults, and deals in strange goings-on.

I've never gotten a request for an encore post before, so thanks! My ego's all happy.

I went on vacation with a friend and we took a lot of goofy pics in our dirty hiking clothing. All of that was fine and good, until I went through the photos she'd posted on FB and found one where I was squatting to look at something and fully six inches of my buttcrack were exposed. Not a coin slot. Six inches.

Truth. Although I think people (guys and girls) know this. The reason they avoid having The Talk isn't really because they're trying to spare the other person. It's because it sucks immensely to cause someone else pain and then deal with the tears, the pleading for explanations, the anger. It's uncomfortable and makes…

I know a lot of single women. I would say most of us, the instant we meet a guy, do a quick gut-check to determine whether he's dating material. Even if we don't, the second a male friend does something remotely romantic, we talk about it over brunch to get a consensus as to whether he's being platonic or is in Secret…

No apologies. I had a hard time stopping where I did.

Thank you!

Thanks!

Maybe we just need a dating website for cowards/newbies/the socially inept. Dating with Training Wheels: no-pressure dating with matches who are AT LEAST as freaked out as you are.

older teachers who have learned some physical humility

I used to live in Rosslyn. It was a source of delight to me to watch newbies start out at the bottom of the escalator and try to jog up it like they would a normal escalator. Mainly because I tried that very thing once. About 80% of the way up I started seeing black spots. By the time I got to the top I was afraid I…

This whole thing is a Monty Python skit waiting to be written.

Ditto. It depresses me that the norm is sex after 3 dates-ish, at least among most of my non-religious friends.

I was trying to put my thoughts together, but your summary just about nails it. I will add: the doors. Who in holy hell thought it was a good idea to design subway car doors that render an entire train inoperable if someone tries to hold the door as it's closing?

You haven't lived until you've taken a hot train on a sweltering DC summer day. The VERY BEST THING about hot cars is that they remind you that the train cars are, in fact, carpeted and upholstered.

I learned through my attempt at online dating that I am a massive grammar snob and should not attempt to meet people via their written profiles. I spent far too much time dismissing typos, bad grammar, lazy writing, and dullards who might not have been stupid/lazy/dull in real life. I was a judgey judgeypants,…

I'm definitely more comfortable now than I was at 24. And I really do think that owning my own sexuality was a big part of that. Scratch that, becoming a feminist was a big part of it.