I think another part of it is—did you consider the body language of the girl you're approaching? Does it seems like she wants somebody to approach or would be open to it? It's one thing when she's smiling and winking at you, but this girl was like stone-faced bolting down the road. Interrupting someone in a moment…

Seconded.

Moist wipes, even the flushable ones, are HORRIBLE for plumbing. Even if it goes through your pipes okay, when it gets down to the sewers . . . google "wipes stuck in city grate". No wait, don't; it's bad.

You shouldn't call all Americans "yankees", as a lot of northern americans consider that kind of pejorative. I remember when I moved to Argentina—the first time someone called me a "yankee", I spit up a drink in shock.

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I have seen so many really terrible people do really terrible things to pets. Funny enough, many of them tend to also be the kind of people that support right-to-life, etc. etc.

I disagree on the basis that there are so many factors that may play into how much street harassment you experience. Do you look too naive? Too sexual? Long hair? Short hair? Are you more attractive than average? Do you have big 'ol titties? How old are you? Do you live in an urban environment? Suburban? …

1. I didn't say you would rape or murder anybody. If you knew about the whole gamergate fiasco, you would realize who I was talking about.

@Jason:

This is what it's like to be a woman, period.

Oh, I got this one! The answer is alcohol. Lots of it. Fixed!

Great, now I'm alone and giggling to myself. :S

This is a GIANT fad in asia and has been for FOREVER. It was highly irritating the last time I was in Korea, because there were signs, tv shows, and ads everywhere emphasizing how your blood type basically ruled your whole life. *headdesk* And then when I asked my mom about it, she said people were into it back…

My weapons of choice for handling rejection in high school were Smiths records and overeating.

Holy shit that dog is cute.

This is beau. When he was just a puppy, somebody kicked the crap out of him and broke his ribs. Since his adoption, we've . . .

Holy shit. Trogdor? Chorkie? GOD I LOVE THAT SO HARD

This article hit me like a hammer. Growing up, my sister and I had very strict parents that didn't give us any choices whatsoever—not over our diets, our bedtimes, our grades, and later things like working, sex, attitudes, and values. I was never asked "what is right for you?" The concept that I might have autonomy…

I think I just teared up a little.

Seconded! Stuff like this used to drive me crazy, until I just said, okay, these orange dishes are yours. The green ones are mine. This side of the sink is yours. This side is mine. This hamper yours, this one mine, and you know what? Everything worked out fine with that system. Neither one of us was 100% happy…