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I don't know... she still kind of looks like this robot:

I was young, and naive, and my mother didn't understand my side of it because she believes in traditional gender roles. Present-day me would not have tolerated that shit AT ALL.

My fiance is one of those. He is a legit feminist, and tries to clean, but genuinely doesn't see what needs to be done. Unfortunately, he was raised in a family where women did all the housework, so he never actually learned how to clean, and I don't want to teach him, because that puts me in "mommy" role. No thanks.

So hot. Dodged the bullet in the long run, though.

Some of them forget how to do it when they live with any woman, regardless of relationship. My fiance's brother was our roommate for a while, and he was perfectly capable of cleaning when he lived on his own. As soon as he moved in with us, I was pretty much expected to clean up his crap. Told him that if I wanted

I don't think Savion Glover's even good enough to tap dance around those. You know, because there are so many.

I haven't worked there since 2007, so I don't know. We were a big store, and they came with the maternity rollout in the mid -2000s. We had maybe two that weren't for mannequins, and they probably weren't replaced when they went missing or deteriorated.

I believe the pregnant drinker story - I lived next to a girl (about 19) who chain-smoked on her porch for her entire pregnancy, and I know one woman whose doctor recommended wine coolers instead of blood thinners for a medical condition, because the wine coolers were better for the baby.

My fiance asked a server once if the restaurant had any vegetarian burger substitutes (a lot of places in Orlando offer bean burger patties upon request). Her reply: "Yeah, we have turkey burgers".

According to my friend with Celiac's Disease, it's a Catch-22; because of the fad diet, there are more options available in grocery stores and dining out, but there's also fewer servers that take her seriously.

I don't give a lot of speeches, but before job interviews, dance performances, or fight tournaments, I'll sit in my car and belt out Mariah Carey's "Vanishing" or Celine Dion's "It's All Coming Back to Me Now". The breath control required to sing those properly pretty much forces my heart rate down. Works like a charm.

When I was four, and my mother was pregnant with my sister, I asked her where the baby came from. She handed me a copy of "A Child is Born". I don't remember ever not knowing how babies are made.

When I was an admin assistant for Environmental Engineers, we worked in a downtown office that was built similarly to a doctor's office. We had a homeless man come in once and try to sign in for an appointment; when we explained that the sign in/out sheet was for employees and visitors didn't need to fill it out, he

The best I've found is a doc who really likes running tests, asks a lot of questions, and doesn't brush off my questions. No one really "gets" it, though, because from what I understand, that scaling thing is simple for a lot of people. Unfortunately, with most docs and dentists, it takes me coming in with an

They were renewed through season 6 at the end of season 4, and then Cory Monteith OD'd and the story structure completely fell apart (or finished falling apart, depending on who you ask). They're doing a shorter season this year just to wrap it up and fulfill obligations, I suppose.

Shortening the yellow light was a money-grubbing scheme that Roscoe P. Coltrane got all excited about on The Dukes of Hazzard (the show, not those movies I've never seen). He shouldn't be a role model for city governments.

That "scale of 1 to 10" doesn't work for a lot of Autistic patients (including myself). I have 3 settings - I don't feel it, I feel it, or it's so bad I'm incapacitated. That's it. And that middle one isn't always there. Sometimes I can't even tell a doctor what caused the injury, or how long the issue has existed.

I personally know two Jags season-tickets holders. They've had them for a few years now, and I have no idea why they do it to themselves.

My fiance was a personal trainer at a national gym chain before he had enough clients to work on his own. Regardless of what the gym charged people for training sessions, the trainers only made $6 per session. So you could be paying anywhere from $25 to $40 a session, and anything over that $6 went straight to the