Oh yeah, no. I used to do a lot of video editing, so I always got the most memory and disk space as I possibly could. Thus I've only had three Powerbooks since 1993. (Although I definitely would have replaced this one by now if I could).

I hear ya, Fritopie1. I'm an only who grew up to be childless by choice. I have been asked things like, "did being an only child make you uncomfortable around kids?" or "do you not want kids because you didn't grow up with brothers and sisters to keep you company?". No and no. I don't want kids for a wide…

They're taking one for the team! I have a knack for making random kids in stores stop crying. I look at them gravely and say, "I know, it's terrible, isn't it?" It works more often than it doesn't, I think it just shocks the kid into stopping, and the parents always snicker. That's my contribution.

d) or they will take care of you and it will ruin their own lives, but let's all remember that it's NOT having children that is the selfish choice here.

I think that there is a more insidious aspect to this that the article doesn't consider.

I worked sales/admin for a local Apple reseller. This also included low level support both in person and on the phone. I'm a life long Mac user, so this wasn't particularly difficult. However, I am also a woman, which made some of the customers, shall we say, doubtful of my knowledge.

Seriously. I discovered I was firmly in menopause at age 48, when my husband had a vasectomy and I went off the pill. The hot flashes were awful, so I'm back on the hormones. I am hating the middle-age spread, when I've had a flat belly my whole life. It's impossible to find pants that look good (and I'm height/weight…

Good luck with menopause, Angie. It is kicking my ass. It's weird - there's a feeling of mortality that sets in. It suddenly becomes clear that, once you're done with the reproductive age, nature doesn't give a shit about you anymore. You can say that 50 is the new 30, but you can feel that is a lie.

Can't speak on Hawaii because i've never been there, but I'd say my general experience in life (as being half asian half white) has been that Asian people see me as White, while White people think of me as Asian. I get to be exotic, but at the same time everyone see's me as "the other."

I'm half Korean half Caucasian. I dealt with people like this growing up. My parents divorced so I moved a lot. When I was living mainland U.S. (Washington state), I was called a "gook" and a "chink". When I moved to Hawaii to live with my mom, I was called "haole (white) shit" by ironically enough, Koreans. …

I guess we're talking about beauty privilege, which I fully acknowledge is a real thing, and through which I have had countless unearned advantages.

I feel okay saying this because of the relative anonymity of the internet, and because it was so long ago- in my twenties I was generally acknowledged to be beautiful. To an almost ridiculous degree. People asked me on a regular basis if I was an actress or model. I'm embarrassed to say it now, but it happened so…

Ummmm that top picture you have there is Reverend Billy of the Church of Stop Shopping. He is not a Christian; he's an activist and performance artist. His hedgehog head you might say is an homage. In any case, you should not lump him in with Jimmy fucking Swaggart.

A guy I worked with told me he was splitting wood in the back yard when his only child, then 4 years old, came up behind him, within axe back-swing range. He told the kid to stand farther back, took a couple more swings, then caught sight of movement in the corner of his eye. Kid was right back in the danger zone. He…

1. Pick things up with my toes whenever it's more convenient (I basically am always barefoot in the house now)

I don't clean my bathroom for months at a time. I just cleaned it two days ago and it was so gross. I probably won't be giving it another clean until we are well into summer. I fucking hate cleaning the bathroom; I'll shit in filth, I don't even care. When I live with people, I am more on top of my cleaning game, but…

M&Ms beg to be sorted by color. Then they are to be eaten starting with the color of which there is the most - but only until it gets to the number of the next most. Then, colors alternate between those until they match in quantity the third most. This is repeated until all colors are represented in equal…

This, right here, is my favourite article of all time, anywhere.

I raised my kid in Eugene in the 80's. What a great town and time.