Oh boo! Though to be fair, in one of my first college figure drawing classes, I got called out by the teacher for not detailing the genitalia - it’s trickier than you’d think! Most of my family and friends are artistic, but adding liquor and a cheesy model would all but guarantee hijinks.

Hahahaha. I loathe most bachelorette party ideas but I have to say this one appeals to me. Too bad I am already all married! Admittedly it’s a little bogus because I am a veteran nude figure-drawer, but the thought of seeing my aunts’ and cousins’ interpretations is making me smile more than it should.

Seriously scary. For all the terrible harassment I’ve had over the years, I am thankful that I never had a serious stalker. From the stories I’ve read plus the experiences of friends and associates, it’s something I wouldn't wish on anyone.

I am 41, and I feel like a joke whenever I try to use text speak. To me, using proper spelling and grammar in texts shows that you care enough about the textee to pay attention to details. That seems very sincere! But whatever, Kids These Days. Get off my lawn!!

It’s likely not true for everyone but I have friend who unfortunately fits this description too well. Recovering anorexic/bulimic, now studying nutrition and firmly in the vegan/paleo camp. She has a lovely little girl and I worry very much about her.

The Ben Affleck face story is giving me the sads for some reason. That other guy doesn't look like young Ben Affleck, just someone else entirely.

Yes. Whenever the Title Nine catalog comes in the mail, I wish I could order something on every page. Or maybe everything on a given page spread.

Okay, you got me. My mom started me on crosswords when I was in ninth grade. She said it would help me with spelling and memory. Since I rely a lot on autocorrect and Google, I am probably not proving out her theory that well.

I remember being a young teen and tossing my cookies after a fair ride and realizing that I would never, ever be an astronaut. Things have only gotten worse from that point. There are very few travel experiences friends and family can share that don’t include an “Ari puked” interlude.

I am a natural blonde, and one time* I impulsively decided to dye my hair red. The color I picked ended being really bad for my skintone and I spent several hours at a salon (and lots of $$$) before my hair looked remotely normal.

I guess this was supposed to be a satire? The tone somehow wasn’t clear. Anyway, I just wanted to add that whenever someone talks about commuting retail fraud via abusing a store’s permissive return policy, my opinion of them goes way, way down. L

I love it - keep ‘em coming!

It’s entirely plausible to me. When I am nervous or upset about something, my hands get super shaky and in general I become the proverbial bull in the china shop.