When I read the article, I did not feel as if she was detailing a plight so much as her experience, and why she was happy with her choices. That said, any time labels are applied based on the flimsiest of evidence, people can be hurt.
When I read the article, I did not feel as if she was detailing a plight so much as her experience, and why she was happy with her choices. That said, any time labels are applied based on the flimsiest of evidence, people can be hurt.
On themselves, on their partners, or both?
I'm glad someone was able to answer you, because for a moment, I thought you were making a French Revolution joke.
I saw the story about that; I am so jealous! Enjoy!!!
I wear jeans over my leggings all the time, for that very reason! But I see girls here, in the snow, in sub-zero temperatures, flouncing about in leggings like it's no big thing.
My question comes from the temperature. I just don't understand how leggings-as-pants are possibly warm enough in below-freezing temperatures, even with Uggs and a jacket. My mind. It boggles.
These women make me think that I could totally rock a bikini. Now, if only I can find a bikini top with sufficient support!
I had the opposite experience. I never noticed a bad relationship between my mother and food. I saw her make healthy choices, like eating half of a large hamburger, or only eating one marshmallow at the campfire. However, I do feel like she attempted to project her anxieties onto me. She told me, "I was like you when…
Go watch the Mythbusters episode in which they turn coffee whitener into a big ball of fire. That might satisfy the urge. :)
Sometimes they do! Sometimes. When I was in junior high, we had a brief sex-ed seminar, independent of our usual course. It was gender-segregated, so of course we all hounded the boys about what their end entailed. Where our lessons were, "Here's how to say no," theirs were, "When she says no, she means no."
Courtesy of my grade 10 math teacher: "Teenagers think they are three things: invincible, infallible, and infertile."
I wore a blanket to school once! Fleece, specifically. I draped it like a cape of some variety. It was warm and cosy. I don't remember my reasoning, though. This was a long time ago...
Frankly, I couldn't tell people most of my passwords if I tried. They're such a convoluted combination of letters and numbers that it's all down to muscle memory now. I try typing them in on my iPod, and it's practically impossible.
Yeah! If He'd wanted a man to do it, He could've given him a womb. Like in that Arnold Schwarzenegger movie.
In my childhood church, our priest explained the difference as: "A crucifix is the one with the wee little man on it." (Yes, he's Scottish.)
You know this means you must feature Chibi-thulu! Somewhere.
A lot of engineering in the US is still done using Imperial measurements, but I think it depends on discipline as well as workplace/education.
That is not the premise. That's the set-up. The premise is that that happens and then her father goes on a Papa Bear Rampage.
I never knew there were any other Girl Scout cookies until I moved to the US for university. To be frank, I like ours better...
My favourite is when they pounce with questions about when the wedding is, where the wedding is, what the colours are, who's invited... a day or an hour or a minute after the engagement.