My first college roommate had such a strong aversion to feet, she couldn’t look at her own between getting out of bed and tying her shoes, or else she’d [allegedly] throw up.

I was in my early teens, and boarding a redeye flight out of Seattle that was taking my family home from visiting relatives, and I had caught the gastroenteritis that had been going around their house on our visit. Made worse by my uncle’s insistence a few days prior that a good 4-mile suburban hike would toughen all…

How dare you make light of the situation.

I read a Not Always Right story (tried to find it again) where a mother freaks out that an employee was dragging her child around by the hand. The child had slipped through the kitchen doors and had been caught reaching for a rack full of knives!

A Wels that large is capable of dragging an adult human into deep water. Honestly more interesting to me than a toy pliosaur glued to a toy boat.

The Glades, final episode: Jim, in preparation for his marriage to Callie, secretly buys the house she’s wanted to live in since childhood and stops by on his way to the wedding to sprinkle rose petals around. A mysterious figure then shoots him in the chest. Fade to black as Jim helplessly flops toward his phone as…

I remember learning about diaphragms in the sex ed book my mother gifted to me when I was 15, but it was all about spermicide allergies and professional fitting and none about the clean-up, as far as I remember. She was asking how you take it out correctly, and your response came across as “you take it OUT, duh!” in…

Sperm can stay motile for up to a week, so “how long do you leave the diaphragm in place?” is a perfectly reasonable question to me. Or are we supposed to intuit that some aspect of the design would squeegee down the vaginal walls on the way out?

Well, when I am not the least turned on, I can poke my cervix with my pinky finger even, and can barely fit my smallest tampon in; I tried Softcups, which are disposable menstrual cups, for a while but in the unsexiness of a dorm bathroom they often wouldn’t go in all the way. (The Caya looks like it would go in a lot…

Spoken like someone who’s never had a wasp in their car. Just because the annoying buzzing thing isn’t all up in your face doesn’t mean it isn’t annoying and distracting with the potential to harm you.

My dad has told me several times that my mom’s pregnancy with me was the worst year of his life. My mom was on antidepressants, and her doctor told her to just stop taking them if/when she got a positive pregnancy test, instead of a more reasonable weaning off them and then stopping the birth control pills. I was also…

-flexes Deep South accent muscles- “Hey mister, what kinda sports team ya got there? Fur-rawr-ee? Wunna them Yer-a-peen soccer teams?” -innocently batts eyelashes-

When I was a kid, we had a black cat named Pud who would follow my sister and I on our Girl Scout cookie route. Little boys down the block thought we were witches. Pud was also BFFs with our neighbor’s dachsund.

Then you might end up with babies that are somehow a different species due to the nature of space-travel. Looking at you, Melody Pond from Doctor Who.

When I started my period, I thought it was diarrhea because my guts felt so bad and the only facilities where I was stuck at were Porta-Potties.

My sister once tried a relative’s soap on a visit (what is it about Florida that brings out the bad decisions?) and her face got all red and bumpy. My grandma took photos of her and posted on Facebook and Flickr complete with tags of everyone grandma knew that my sister knew. Turned one day of hiding in the guest room…

My great uncle lives in Ft. Lauderdale! When some cousins were visiting, one of them picked up a man-o-war by the float and threw it at him. Tentacles wrapped around his arm and it was instantly red and puffy. He makes a point to lecture anyone he takes to the beach beforehand, every time family visits.

So, when I was about 16, we (me, Mom, Mom’s Girlfriend, Little Sister) went to the beach with Mom’s Girlfriend’s Sister and her family (husband, son and daughter a bit older than me). We also brought my sister’s friend, who turned out to have some bad habits that had not previously manifested on sleep-overs.

I try not to say mean things about people but she looks like a withered, faded Lindsey Lohan and it’s freaking me out a little.

The rise in autism is more of a rise in diagnosis than prevalence of the condition. Children who didn’t act “right” would’ve been beaten, killed, or locked away in the not-too-distant past. Those who could pass as “normal” learned quick and kept their heads down, those on the other end of the spectrum might’ve been…