I have brought this point up several times IRL. Decades of technology can lead to something as amazing as an iPhone, and sadly, many grown men choose to take that technology to shove it into their crotches.
(Granted, I am usually looking for reasons to say,"this is why we can't have nice things." Crotch photos are just…

Vagina dentata?

I am at home and googled that verbatim. I found a great picture on the UK's Metro of a guy in a lab coat with what is possibly Rasputin's penis in a jar. I think it will convey my message perfectly—regardless of how they interpret it.

This reminds me of several years ago...myself and a few other artists picked up some porn mags for art references. I was the poor sap to pick up a clearance pack of "Playgirl." As we flipped through the pages, I came across a full centerfold of a penis. One ugly, vein-ridden penis blown up to fit across several pages.…

I am an INTJ, but have no fear of speaking in public. I simply do not care to unless I have to...typically because the other potential speakers are too scared or too inept to deliver.

YOGURT!

The best question I was asked was,"so...do you [Asians] see things differently?" (referring to the shape of my eyes)

I think the point was spot-on, but it can be applied in many other situations. Granted, this is more of an issue because creeps don't realize what they are saying to a woman is really creepy.

Granted, it is technically sodomy...and probably wrong in a number of other ways, but I don't care.

This is why I chose to be with my dog when it was time to put him down. It was without a doubt one of the hardest things to do, but I felt comforted by the fact that I was there with him until the end—and that he felt the same comfort since I was there to see him off.

Only in a first-world country would a person think of food as "trash" because another human being ate off that same plate.

Hmm...given that Lolita has Victorian roots, can we blame the Japanese for being potentially offensive to the old English? ;-)

I stopped caring after 22 or so. Granted, I likely don't give a crap because I always got cherry cordials from whoever I was dating. I freakin' HATE cherry cordials and I have no clue why guys thought I would like them.

THIS. A million times THIS!!!

Sadly, the media won't let them fade into obscurity because they think that more people out there care about this more than actual real news events. I suppose it is easier to report on idiotic "stars" than it is to research and report real news.

I sort by color too, but I am anal retentive and have to have some semblance of order for when I clothe my half-awake butt in the morning.

I recall an old conversation among some of my female coworkers. For one, her closet contained clothes that fit, clothes a few sizes small to motivate her to lose weight, and clothes a few sizes large for when she gains weight.

Yup. That is totally me.

I grew up as a military brat. We moved all over the States and to other countries—but I had no real problems adjusting to the people/area.

You clearly have never been to Mississippi. You would be lucky to find an Amish horse-drawn carriage in some parts of that god-forsaken state.