Are you supposed to thank people for coming to your wedding? I kind of want to, in large part because I freaking love writing letters, and also because I really do appreciate it that people came, but I wasn’t sure if it might come across as passive aggressive to write a “thank you for coming” note to people who didn’t…

Also my sister knows my username but doesn’t comment herself, so it would be super weird if she’d started commenting without telling me. But still, how many of those stories can there be? (Probably lots, tbh - Christmas lights are a fraught tradition!)

I am pretty sure you are not my sister, but...are you my sister? Can another child possibly have fallen off the roof in a Christmas light related incident? I mean, my sister jumped to my dad, who was supposed to catch her and missed, but still...

I dropped my brother in the woods once, and he fell on a root. That wasn’t even “for” anything; I was just carrying him while running (we were BANDITS, jeez), and then I dropped him. His head bled so much, and we had to find someone to wrap a bandage around it, and then the bandage got all bloody and my dad kept…

Holy shit. That is so horrible.

I love this story so much. I have a terribly weak bladder, so I live in constant fear of something like this happening (I mean, I’ve peed myself before, but never in line on a plane!). If it makes you feel better, I once peed on a hilltop where I was having a picnic with friends, because there wasn’t a bathroom…

I got sick on a train once, thought I’d held it together, walked off the train, and ended up puking onto the tracks at Kings Cross.

Augh one time I started feeling queasy during takeoff and reached for my barf bag...only to find that there was no barf bag. I freaked out and just broke and ran for the toilet, but the flight attendants fully body checked me and made me sit down (totally reasonable on their part; I had just panicked). I managed to…

I am entirely basing my thing on Robert Sapolsky’s talk about primates and humans, which I haven’t watched for a couple of years (but used to watch all the time when I would smoke). Oh! Found it! I actually don’t know if this is the same talk, but he basically says that, in mammals generally, but also in humans, women…

I have actually offered headphones to parents (and non-parents, because also sometimes adults just wanna listen to their shit at full volume) on trains before (I take a lot of cross country trains, so I’m on there for over an hour; I wouldn’t do it on, like, city transport). They do not like it. They do not take it…

Haha, I got really worked up about this! This was probably not the best article to read over my morning tea. I just expected there to be a comments section of people sharing stories about how they have compromised, or how they wish people would handle things, or expressing sympathy over too-hot or too-cold workspaces.…

Yeah it is nuts how in the comments of an article that discusses the biases that lead to the preferential treatment of those who run hot over those who run cold, the people who run hot are like, “Why don’t you build an igloo and then wrap your entire body in wool and just stay in there the whole day, because seriously…

I personally disagree. I am from southern Louisiana. I know heat. I am super familiar with heat. And I would rather be too hot than too cold. Because people are different, and your individual experience doesn’t trump everyone else’s in the world.

It is absolutely insane that someone is legitimately telling you to buy specialist gloves because they cannot deal with the temperature deviating from their exact comfort level. Like, I get that as a person who runs cold (and definitely does not have the medical issues you do!), I can put on more layers - but surely…

Yeah I wanted so badly to agree with that poster because I also feel like there is so much onus placed on the cold to bundle up and deal, and not on the hot to use a fan and deal, but the nastiness about losing weight was too much to star.

Hahahah I especially like Little Grey Witch! Mostly when I’m exasperated I just call her “cat.”

Oh, woe is me at this missed opportunity!

My partner just opened up a suitcase to show me what he had packed, and she jumped out and scared the bejesus out of us.

Maybe we should make it a thing? Although as one commenter pointed out, it does read like you’re asking, “What about dem hors doe?” which...maybe we should also make a thing?

Oh my gosh, that is exactly what it says.