Oh, lovely cat! (I had a cat with a similar history—it was a garbage bag in an apartment complex dumpster, but still. HATE FOR THOSE PEOPLE.)

Yeah. You'd think that a group that was concerned about "false" accusations of rape would be throwing themselves totally behind the concept of "enthusiastic consent"—being ABSOLUTELY SURE that your partner is both willing and WANTING to have sex with you.

Yeah. I couldn't get a hysterectomy because I wasn't "old enough" and I might "change my mind about having kids," not to mention "what if you get married and he [note: at the time (and in fact, up to the present time) I had only had female sex partners, AND HE KNEW THAT] wants children?"

They do. I've seen FB posts about "rules for the girl who is dating my son" that were just as awful.

I'd give her a 10 too. (The fact that she's shaped very much like MrsPye does not hurt in my estimation, of course, but she's gorgeous regardless.)

While the flavors of chocolate and orange combine well elsewhere, citric acid + milk = a curdled, nasty mess from one of the inner circles of hell.

They're not the regular limes, and if your supermarket doesn't have a lot of South/Southeast Asian customers, it probably doesn't stock them.

We're starting to think about having a family (since we're a female couple, it takes a bit more planning than just "Okay, let's go off BC"), and because I *am* in many ways a crunchy-granola-hippie-type and therefore we know (and go to church with) a lot of crunchy-granola-hippie-types, I worry about how many…

Yeah, exactly. I was very glad we let guests sit wherever they wanted, because my "side" at the ceremony would have been... two people. My dad and my aunt, whom my dad brought with him for company. Not because I don't have friends, not because I don't have family, but because I was getting married *in another country*…

I could have used her, too. I had friends, but few who could actually travel to the location where I was getting married.

Yes, there are a bunch of undiagnosed autistic 30-year-olds, and 40-year-olds (my generation) running around. And 70-year-olds, for that matter. When I was young, the kids who got evaluated for autism, as a general rule, were those children who were stereotypically "autistic": non-verbal or close to it; resistant to…

A lot more young boys are encouraged to play sports, though. I don't think as many girls get actively discouraged from playing sports as in the past, but they also don't get encouraged unless they take that first step and show the interest.

I know about pro-ana and pro-mia sites, but I don't GO to them. I've never been in a discussion where I needed evidence of exactly what they were like, and I have no reason to go look at them. (Similarly, I am well aware of furries, but I don't go look at furry-oriented websites, because I'm not a furry so I don't…

It may not have been a word that had widespread use before tumblr, but I heard it used in a Weight Watchers meeting (in regards to putting pictures on your fridge that reminded you of why you were on a diet—anything from a catalogue picture of the wedding dress you wanted to wear to a bikini model to your high school…

It can be. We have gerbils and our cats barely pay them any attention at all, but we know our cats. (We don't, you know, leave the gerbils where the cats can get at them or anything, because we're not stupid, but we also know our cats well enough that we were pretty sure they wouldn't hassle the gerbs.)

Thank you. As someone who does have a car (though I try not to use it whenever possible) and does not have a cell phone, thank you.

Define "okay." If the rescue/shelter didn't have a contract that specified that animals had to be brought back to them if the adopter couldn't keep them, then it would presumably be legal.

Sometimes it's the name the original owner gave the animal. Sometimes they're just trying to give the animal a unique name—I know shelters where unless the animal came in with that name from a previous owner, they don't get a name that's been used at the shelter before, because it makes their database easier.

They're amazing little critters, aren't they? I don't think my apartment would feel like home without the sound of our pigs bubbling to themselves all day (one of ours, the one who looks like a ginger tribble, seems to spend half her time bubbling and popcorning. She is a ball of happy).

In large urban areas, you'll probably be able to find shelters that adopt hamsters. (If you live in one and don't know how to find one, look for a vet in your city that advertises bird and/or exotics care, call them, and ask.) In Montreal, the SPCA has an incredible exotics department; we've adopted two rabbits and a…