Late December 1990.

Even hair that length gets in your face, flops over your eyes, sticks to your face and neck when you're sweaty, and is in general icky. There's definitely women out there who do not mind it, but I cannot tolerate it myself. The worst is when my hair is just too short to all go into a ponytail and the front strands get…

Two things: Crossfit fucking ruined my life and condemned to a life of pain. I am not joking or being sarcastic. But I hope I can one day take back that statement.

Some of them are actually very helpful for life tasks. I'm bummed I lost a miniature one that was great for opening boxes and envelopes. The bigger ones I take camping and rock climbing. The samurai sword I don't have much use for. I do have enemies! But I don't want to go to jail.

I definitely once accidentally brought a knife through security at two different airports. But then another time they took my husband's suitcase apart because there were tentpoles in it. Whatever, TSA.

I actually need to bookmark this, because I have a friend who'd be all over a thing like that. And he gives me knives as gifts all the time. For my wedding he gave me a big samurai knife thing, and made me and my husband sheathe together in front of everybody for the symbolism. This is one of my best friends.

Yeah from what I heard about it I expected it to be all deep and meaningful and.... NOPE.

"She's alive and faked her death" was one of my theories during the first part of the book. I didn't quite see it coming that she was a total psychopath, but was kind of like "oh ok."

I've totally been the dumb customer before. A couple weeks ago, I went to a cheesesteak place with my husband. It goes like:
Me: I'd like the mushroom cheesesteak please.
Husband: Did you want the 6 inch or the 9 inch sweetie?
Me: Oh! 6 inch.
Counter girl: Everything on it?
Me: Yes
Husband: Sweetie, I don't think you want…

I worked in food service only briefly, but I currently work as a high-level professional in a customer-service oriented industry (only not as fancy as I just made myself sound) dealing with the general public.... this column has probably saved me from trying to change careers by making me understand the insane people…

I've been scrolling for the obligatory thread about female exceptions started by a woman. My husband and I have fought over housework... I'm the slob. The current agreement is I do the laundry and he takes out the trash (which is insanely heavy from kitty litter). Other stuff we're really lax on. I clean the bathroom…

It was $2-3k at my vet school. I'm sure the family of the dog that walked super slowly before the surgery and then damn near dislocated my arm running to them after found it worth it.

Yes, some kind of whiskey based thing. I was super skeptical and then was like "I need more of this in my mouth RIGHT THE FUCK NOW"

I sometimes rant about paleo to a friend, but I do like almond flour and various paleo cookies and shit. He keeps saying he feels like that's cheating. It's ALL cheating! Our ancestors did not have fruits and vegetables that were selectively bred over centuries to be huge and delicious, and they really need to be…

Of course not. They're morons who voted for Obama. Weren't you paying attention to the other comments in this thread? </sarcasm of course>

Your wife is awesome and I am sorry you and her get subjected to the kind of bullshit about teachers flying around in these comments.

My butt itches just looking at that.

I do this frequently because that's typically the cheapest flight. And when I say I'm willing to pay $50-100 extra for a later flight, they end up being $200 and unjustifiable. It's always freaking miserable getting up at 3 am to make the flight and then feeling nauseous on the plane from lack of sleep. God I hate…

Even better when people want you to work for free because "you're supposed to love animals!" Yeah, I love animals, but I have three at home for that. I also love a roof over my head.

Exactly. If you directly make a mess, clean it up yourself. Some jobs are different - I make a big mess doing my job, and it is explicitly not my job to clean that mess up. I used to be the one cleaning it up for the higher level person. But if I spill my coffee, it's my own damn mess that I made by being clumsy, not…