I didn't especially like gym class in middle and high school. I went from being one of the smallest girls in the class, to the tallest, within the span of a year and I'm still not completely in control of my long noodly limbs. No amount of hypermobile joints, scoliosis, or dangerous lack of coordination could get me…

"Down With The Sickness" is not particularly representative of their music. Examples: "Darkness", "Pain Redefined", and David Draiman's favorite of all their songs "Remember"

Yes, because having four consecutive albums debut as #1 on Billboard 200 is a "one-hit wonder".

Oh, you mean the Girl Scout salute? At least, that was the salute we used until somebody decided it was easier to just raise your hand flat in what my troop leader called "the How" (as in, stereotypical Native American greeting).

Ah, makes me think of one of my favorite jokes as a kid. My mom managed an event space for a while, and I'd usually be allowed to run around and help eat the food if the party was friends of my mom and her boss (and clean up after).

This is why I tend to dress more like a guy, even though I'm very much a cis woman. Especially when I'm driving to and from college. Once, wearing more form-fitting clothes at a gas station, I had a guy wander over and ask if I had change for $100, and then start asking (read: yelling across the parking lot) if I…

Similar thing happened to me back in 10th grade. I was in a special program that combined schoolwork with wilderness survival. A man who we'd been learning from did a demonstration of how to kill, skin, gut, and cook a rabbit, and cooked it over a fire he'd lit in the rain using only one match. It was meaningful…

It is possible to be allergic to food colorings. Red food coloring is usually either Red 40 (coal tar derivative, exacerbates ADHD symptoms, carcinogenic) or Carmine Red (from the female cochineal beetle, obviously not vegan).

Is this supposed to be sexy? Because it's really creeping me out.

If we're counting getting dressed and brushing hair, probably 10 minutes for me. I usually only braid my hair for classes like Chem lab. I only bother with makeup for Halloween.

My youngest cousin is the most huggy person I know. She'll see me, and come running and tackle me around the waist, wrap her legs around my thigh, and hold on there mumbling "mommy mommy momma" over and over. I think her record is 15 minutes. Not sure where to draw the line between "adorable" and "disturbing", but…

Oh, and have you heard of the Yellow Dog Project? If you don't want strangers approaching your dog (or other dog-walkers coming too close) tie a yellow ribbon to the dog's collar. You'll also have to tell people what it means, at least at first, but it gets the message across.

I have the opposite problem. People can sense my "animal-lover" vibe, I guess, and just let out the leash so their bouncy dog can go make a new friend. Even at the vet's office, with my two cats in their crates, dog owners' sense of personal space seems to completely disappear around me.

I wanted to be a marine biologist until I realized I'd probably have to dissect fish and other animals (thankfully, I made this realization when I was 12). Botany suits me much better, and I can get my inner child's fish-fix at aquariums.

I have this problem where anything in Comic Sans 1) looks like it's spelled wrong, and 2) sounds like someone doing a really obnoxious baby voice in my head when I read it.

In 2nd grade, my teacher made me read Walk Two Moons. I hated it. Then, I changed schools, and had to read it again in 4th grade. I hated it. The girl in the story thinks her father's having an affair and goes on a cross-country drive with her grandparents only to find out her mother has been dead for years.

My copy was in Spanish, so I never caught that.

People kept giving me Wrinkle in Time, and no matter what age it couldn't keep my attention after the first couple pages.

The tone of this article is so different from how my mother talks about having me and my sister. She wasn't told about "birthing plans" or anything (early 90s for those of you playing at home), just put on a bed and given an epidural. I was emergency C-section. Labor was going nowhere and I was apparently…

I was 10 minutes from home, on the 3-hour drive from college, and rounding one of the loopy exit ramps my state loves when I felt a clunk in the front right tire and heard a high-pitch squeal. Got home, and my mom helped me take the tire off. One of the lug nuts holding the tire had snapped in half!