I've tried Softcups off and on. I somehow managed to get blood on my bathroom's walls the first time, and if I tried to sleep with one in it would invariably pop out about ten minutes after I dozed off. I try to be environmentally-minded, but for me it was way too messy and uncomfortable.
Pads and tampons.
Have you seen the cafeteria food in schools lately? I recently felt the need to transfer from a state university to the community college near my home because the food was absolute shit and at least now that I've got a kitchen and I'm cooking for myself I can eat vegetables not fried in bacon grease.
These stories just baffle me. When I was 12, just a decade ago, I walked to the park either alone or with my little sister and/or cousins, and I walked my neighbors dog (usually alone!) for money, and could then walk to the grocery or bookstore or Starbucks to spend said money.
I was so sad that she couldn't enjoy the wolf dragon BD sent her, because mine is amazing.
My first lube was Astroglide, but the more I used it the more... awkwardly tingly my bits got. And it's so runny it would drip off my toys. I heard about Sliquid from the wonderful Oh Joy Sex Toy comic, and I like it much better.
I had a first-generation iRex iLiad. Well, it was my dad's, but I'd bring it to [middle] school and read [the books that came preloaded] on it. It was pretty much a big Kindle that you could draw on with a stylus; there was supposed to be software on it for converting handwriting to text, but that never worked.
My understanding, in America it means "I can't eat another bite" and the UK means "my ass is full of dick".
The mix-up is mine, more likely. We talked about a lot of things, and that was a couple years ago. I didn't grow up religious, and he and I would debate where morals come from and cultural differences.
He was a messianic Jew, which I understand to be a little different, and that was his example of the *most* strict part of kosher and related restrictions.
A few years ago, right after I had jaw surgery, my grandmother came to town to visit and declared she was taking me out to my favorite restaurant. While my mouth was wired shut.
My mother had an allergy test done years ago, and the nurse/PA doing it freaked out and wouldn't let her leave, saying right to her face that she was "the most allergic person" they'd ever seen and weren't sure whether to call an ambulance or not.
I had some interesting conversations with a Jewish friend, about how hard it was for him to keep completely kosher because one of the restrictions includes not touching a menstruating woman or eating any food prepared by her, dishes washed by her, etc., but how rude that would be to have to survey the whole kitchen…
I grew up pretty much agnostic (Dad was raised Catholic and still hasn't outgrown his rebellious streak). I don't remember a specific "Santa isn't real!" incident, being inquisitive about everything as a kid but always a little skeptical. Guess I always sort of understood that there wasn't one constant, unchanging…
There was a zoo I went to as a kid, the New River Zoo. The guy ran it as a sanctuary for exotic pets that had outgrown their original owner's plans, so there was everything from leopards and wolf-dogs to potbellied pigs and rare breeds of goats.
So, my grandmother has a history of not quite understanding what I want or need for Christmas. Examples:
I've said it before... I'd rather get medical advice from Hugh Laurie than "Dr." Oz.
He could be lashing out because he's being bullied for being blind, or even whacking a classmate that tries to take his cane away as a joke. Or just venting for already feeling powerless. Or just waving his cane around because he's bored and can't read braille on a bumpy old school bus so there's nothing to do.
But he'd probably need different canes as he grows up, so it might be easier for the school to have a variety of sizes and lend them as needed instead of making the family buy a new one every growth spurt.