I don't know about dogs, but it's good to do with cats because they're so neurotic already. My childhood pet (also a Siamese) lived into old age and grew more and more fearful and reclusive as her health declined. She hated going to the vet so much she would often pee herself in fear, so we didn't want her to die that…

Me too. :( My childhood pet was a Siamese lady cat, and even though she died while I was away at college when my parents called to tell me I was SO SAD I cried for days. My sister took our other childhood cat with her to college, and to live with her afterward at her first job in a new city, and when she had to take…

Man I love 'y'all.' I work in a professional environment where I talk to people a lot so I was a little self conscious about how much I say it at first, but eventually I just decided to own it cause I think it's a great word. It's also the only word that I can't help but get that twang on. (I'm also from Texas, but I…

YES. I grew up in Texas. My parents are both from the north. I think they were a little horrified after I developed an accent. It's not strong, but I definitely twang a bit here and there and it used to embarrass me. But when I grew up and got a bit more of a sense of self I decided that I like a lot of things about…

I'm a liberal green long-haired feminist hippie type and I used to be SUPER sexually attracted to shaved-head cocky overly-masculine military types. It lead to many terrible relationships.

Nah. I have a shellfish allergy and I live in south Louisiana so there's always tons of shellfish on any menu and there's a risk of cross-contamination. So if I'm eating somewhere and I see shellfish on the menu when I order something without shellfish I'll just tell the server about my allergy as an aside. It's…

To be fair, this came from her livechat, where I assume she doesn't have as much time to research or consult with other people.

My boyfriend's super Catholic dad helped us move into our first apartment together, but to relieve his conscience he moved all my bedroom furniture into the second bedroom so that he could imagine we were living as roommates. We finished moving it into the master after he left.

Yeah! Don't worry about it. I definitely fall into the "too awkward to ask strangers to take my picture" camp. A few years ago a dude saw my boyfriend and I trying to get a selfie together at Mount Bonnell in Austin and offered to take our picture. It was a little awkward but its still one of my favorite photos!

I've always been a darker complected (a white person frequently mistaken for latina when I grew up in Texas), and my skin held up okay to a little sun, but I partnered up with a pale man who burns at the slightest suggestion of ultraviolet rays. Now my life is all giant umbrellas and SPF 1,000. But I guess its better…

And not even your long term appearance. Skin that's been roasted in the sun over decades doesn't look so good in your 40s and 50s...

Word. I've got three of them that reappear irregularly on my face (but always in the same spots). I look obsessively for them and when I feel one start to grow there's always this horrifying first day when the hair is not QUITE long enough to pluck and I have a mental breakdown.

Man, I'm 30 and I've never gotten one either, but I've been in a relationship for the last five years. I should I count my lucky stars that I just missed the boat on dick pics? One time, in college, my boyfriend took naked Polaroids of each other because this was years before the iPhone, and we exchanged naked photos,…

There's a whole cornucopia of options in the middle ground between "respectful" and "unsolicited dick pic."

I think there are a lot of dudes pretending to be women on the internet who like dick pics. And maybe some women too.

Yeah, that's the problem. My SO worked in fine dining for several years and made more money than I did for a few of those years (though I was making $30K a year at the time working as a newspaper reporter so it wasn't hard). But the money was super inconsistent and it made it difficult making ends meet some months…

Yeah. My hair is long and thick. Even back in the scrunchie days of yore I had to wear a hair tie UNDER my scrunchie to make them feasible. No thank you.

I agree. I'm 30. Started to have serious hangover issues a few years ago. I still like drinking a few cocktails on the weekends (although I'm definitely past my SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS days), so I just learned to be super careful about remaining hydrated and I take a couple of packs of Emergen-C with my water for good…

One of the things I hated most about being a teenage barista was when people insisted on soy milk in their cappuccinos or lattes. SOY MILK DOESN'T FROTH YOU FOOL.

MEEE TOOO. She even made me a wig out of orange yarn to match my little Rainbow Brite doll that I carried everywhere. It was the greatest Halloween costume ever.