I married a Korean, and in Korea the wife traditionally keeps her name so that’s what we did. My father was the only person who had any sort of opinion about it, and he was happy because he’d been telling me since I was a kid that I should keep my name.

They die defending the boy from a bear, if I’m remembering correctly. Pretty gruesomely, too. I distinctly remember one of them being disemboweled and their intestines getting covered in dirt.

Where the Red Fern Grows threw me into mild depression as a child. I've always been an animal lover and I'd thought it was just a sweet story about a boy and his dogs. Haha WRONG. My pets got more cuddles that year than they knew what to do with. I still can't bring myself to reread it.

If I ever get drunk or have a midlife crisis and get a tattoo, this is totally what I'm going to get.

A group of monks came to my university and did this in our school library for a week. It was beautiful and fascinating to watch; they’re very meticulous artists.

My husband is Korean, so every time I tell a new person about my husband their next question is "Does he have a tiny dick?" No, but fuck off anyway.

“You're not that big for an American!"

My uncle used to give us rides in his plane when we were kids. We only did loops once or twice, but they were hella fun.

You're a goddamn treasure.

Any film where the monster/killer materializes from shadows will haunt my dreams. I’m hyper-aware of shadows and movement out of the corner of my eye, so films like that cater to my particular neuroses.

I was at dinner less than an hour ago (here in Korea) and ran to the bathroom. One of the mirrors was a mirrored OLED and it was playing TV ads. The picture was beautifully clear and so was the mirror; it actually took me a few seconds to realize that there was a TV hidden inside it.

Our water heater is always off unless we need to use it; then, it’s just the quick press of a button and within a couple of minutes we have hot water. Of course, I live in Korea so it’s a bit different, but it’s amazing how little you actually need hot water for anything.

I live in Korea, and my mother-in-law fucking LOVES this stuff. It’s called 누룽지 (nurungji) and it tastes awful. I’m open-minded and like most Korean foods, but nurungji is like sadness in your mouth. Just...no.

I fucked a bi boy and wasn't allowed to give blood in college. :(

When I first moved in with my now-husband and got my period, he was absolutely horrified if he saw any evidence of it. Bloody tissue in the garbage? A smudge of blood in the toilet bowl? A pair of rinsed-out but still possibly stained underwear in the bathroom? Yegads! And heaven forbid he buy tampons for me or even…

I have a turtle shell that still has the back legs attached, found in my grandmother’s backyard 20+ years ago. We think a dog got its front half. It’s one of my more prized possessions.

Um, I’ve never seen Mad Men either, but I guess that makes me a hipster and not, y’know, just a person who has never watched it. Also, not everyone is from America.

At my school (a Korean hagwon), the teachers are divided into two rooms — all of the Koreans and some of the foreigners are in the main one, while in the smaller one (which also used to be the old library) it’s just four foreigners. Both are open plans, and it is TERRIBLE for productivity. You can hear everything that…

I went into what everyone around me refers to as “doll mode” for the majority of the ceremony—plastic smile, eyes open but unseeing, ears closed. I usually tear up at sentimental moments, so I was so focused on NOT CRYING DAMMIT that I totally didn’t even hear the (droning, boring) officiant ask for my vows and I just…