My little sister used to get really upset when my mum would say "Strewth!", which was the closest she ever came to swearing and was inspired entirely from daily viewing of Australian soap operas. My sister to this day doesn't swear, like my mum. I'm not sure how I ended up so super cuss-y.

What about if you get a tattoo that no one ever sees, and have no desire to shock anyone?

I think as the less-sharp-stretched-and-wrinkled description applies to the skin and the tattoo equally, it's all ok for me. The only difference to me is that the general being-human-and-having-skin thing was a gift rather than a choice, and that's wonderdful — and the tattoo was a choice rather than a gift, and…

Los Angeles = delaying traffic AND HITTING ME because they're on their mobiles AND TURNING RIGHT WHILE THEY LOOK LEFT. Ugh.

Someone might think I was top class for years and years, all the while not knowing that I had a tattoo, and then totally change their opinion of me upon finding out. The thought makes me simultaneously disgusted and gleeful — mostly just gleeful, though.

I totally see what you mean, but at the same time I think that my damned neck isn't ageing well and my tattoo's doing a lot better. By the time it does look old, the rest of me will look old, too… and I'm okay with all of that!

That's ok. Mine makes me really, really happy and I promise I won't force you to look at it. Everybody wins!

I really wish whomever wrote this headline could stand right in front of me and dare to say, "Uh, you skipped your grandparents funerals for other stuff" so he or she could see how that makes me feel. It's a ridiculously unfair headline.

That was simultaneously really lovely to read and really hard to read. There is definitely a lot to be said for showing up, and being reminded of it feels like getting punched in the stomach. It's so complicated.

I'm really glad I'm not famous. Being on the other side of the world for close relatives' funerals was always really complicated for me, but luckily no one was judging me on the internet for it.

Classiest comment on the internet today.

Yep. Mine took me years of thought to figure out.

God, I would love it if my colleagues would keep all their tech things updated instead of asking me why nothing works properly. (Admittedly, the colleagues in questions are women… but so am I, so do I balance it out?)

Yesss… I never felt very invested in Robb when I was reading the books, I'm sure because I never got to be inside his head. The wedding stunned me and I had to stop reading for a week because I JUST COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE but I was far more concerned about Arya/Sansa/Jamie/Tyrion/everyone than Robb, really.

Me too. Drinking helps me forget how very non-wealthy I am.

It instantly reminded me of all the desperate times in my spoilt youth when I decided I was too broke for a Brazilian and yet could still justify the much cheaper "just the sides" wax.

Having now given this topic far too much though, I'm also sometimes a fan of the archaic "O!"

I just figured she meant she still waxes but now doesn't want to have *no* hair (ie, she now gets a plain old bikini wax rather than a Brazilian/Hollywood).

I come from a pretty never naked family, and yet somehow I seemed to have been immune to that and have always been happy to change in front of friends/strangers, sunbathe topless, walk around naked, etc. I'm not sure how that happened to me.

I did really love having my bed in the middle of my room (well, only up against a wall at the back, not literally in the centre, although having a room big enough to do that would make me so excited I would have uncontrollable giggling fits of glee and never be able to sleep) and I did indeed feel inexplicably more…