Not in California! But leggings are exactly what I thought, too, until the girl cited the weather as '95 degrees'. I doff pants the moment it hits 90, 85 if the humidity's bad.

With child molesters and people who talk in the theatre?

Man, I love small bedrooms. They don't get as messy—because there's only 10 square feet of floor space left to mess up. Or my second-year dorm room, into which I squished my college futon instead of the provided twin bed. Six square feet of floorspace, and it was always spotless. (If it wasn't, I couldn't open the…

My partner and I upgraded from a double (college futon!) to merely a queen, and the additional personal space was like HEAVEN. And that's just an additional 6"!

That might actually make a really awesome awareness campaign! Women, rocking their post-treatment bodies.

My mother never, ever forbade me from dating any race. It would've been hilariously hypocritical if she had.

I know how you feel; my future in-laws, while pretty cool across the board, do still occasionally make off-hand remarks that make me do a double-take. This most commonly comes from my fiancé's (wonderful) grandmother. But this doesn't stop her from doting on her great-grandsons, who are both mixed-race.

Congratulations! Me, I stuck to the club that made floating concrete.

My university has a Quidditch team, and I have a friend who is debating between two otherwise-equal schools based on their respective Quidditch teams.

I do think it comes across more strongly than merely "forbidden," but that's not always the case. Personally, I also use it when I'm attempting to be comically over-serious.

Except that gay men aren't the only high-risk donors. While it's true that, according to the CDC, almost half of those living with HIV in the us are men who have sex with men (48%), the same source also states that nearly half of those living with HIV in the US are black men (46%).

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In the West Coast, costumes had a back-up addition of a poncho or black garbage bag. Just in case. (But it never snowed on us! Just a lot of rain...)

I'm the same way. I can't figure out how women make the edges so crisp with so little effort. I think there is magic involved. I stick to decent quality lip gloss, although it tends to wear off before I reach my destination, leaving me to rely on my natural lip colour. Which is fine, in my twenties, but I wonder how…

I'm sorry. That's hellish; no child should have to experience that level of torment. :(

Numbers definitely have personalities, to me, too. I often remember thinking, while doing linear algebra, how much nicer the subject would be if it didn't involve so many nasty ones. Zeros aren't very helpful or supportive, either. I always felt bad for the twos...

This makes me sad. Not all babies are loud and annoying, and not all religious people are, either. Vicious attitudes like this, directed at me for the mere fact that I didn't conceal my faith and its place in my life, are what made high school so painful for me. (I was once accused of going to 'convert' 'the natives'…

My mother and her aunt both pushed the "try it on" theory on me. I told them that there are other ways to determine compatibility besides diving straight in. (That said, my fiancé and I are allowed to touch, so some of that determination can come from good old fashioned necking. :D)

My fiancé, I am happy to say, buys his own underwear. I happened to go with him once. Once, in the two years we've been together. And I haven't heard of new underwear since.

I remember being mortified to learn about it in social studies in high school. We grew up with such a warm-fuzzy view of our country, and then THAT jumps out of nowhere to shatter the illusion. And then we learned about the treatment of the Japanese during the Second World War on top of it.