The question about men is... misleading? Perhaps that's the word. If the photo shoot featured men similarly made up, they would most likely have adopted commanding poses, flaunting how they are in command despite their injuries.

I was sitting literally half a foot from my fiance's two-year-old nephew when he took a step back and started to sink, just as calmly as you report. Thank god, his five-year-old brother, standing next to me, called out his name in surprise. I grabbed him and he was okay and it was terrifying!

I finally stopped checking under my bed and in my closets for monsters before I went to bed after sleeping with my boyfriend for over a year. Now that he's gone (LDR), I can typically manage to maintain the bravado. I haven't checked the closet, but I have succumbed to peeking under the bed once or twice.

That squeaking sound he makes is painfully adorable and elevates the video above the typical awkward 'good god I am watching an animal masturbate'.

I was pretty choked up about that! I avoid spoilers passionately and I was not expecting it. :(

I watched it as the only sober person at a birthday party in college. It was very hard to focus. Subsequently, I have no actual opinion of the movie.

I always agonize over, "But who's going to clean this mess up?!" when a place gets trashed in a fight or something. If it's the villain's lair, I usually care a little less.

My college was the same; I graduated in 2010. Overwhelmingly, girls took the time to dress nicely. That it was the American South, humid and miserable, my have had something to do with hoodies being unappealing...

You'd think that, but at other schools, it'd just as likely be a "Bachelor of Engineering." The phrasing depends on the school. The College of Engineering was/is independent from the College of Science. Engineering is a big umbrella (although Arts still covers more, depending on the school).

The yearbook staff my grade 11 year failed to spot that they'd spelled "secondary" as "seconday" on the spine (it's easy to miss!). On the day we handed them out, we had to first sit down and help apply corrective stickers, courtesy of the printer, to each and every yearbook.

I think it's standard, too. Mine only says "Bachelor of Science in Engineering" without specifying department/major.

I do not like the Prometheus trailer. It stresses me out every time it plays on the TV. But that's personal taste.

I'm a bit ridiculous in my attempts to avoid trailers. My friend chuckled at me (but indulged me!) when I pulled a face and covered my eyes and ears during a Brave trailer in theatres that was suddenly giving me way more plot details than I'd gotten before! Jerks.

We went into a shop looking for a Mother of the Bride dress for my mother, and the guy assumed we were there for my prom as well. His eyes bugged out of his head when my mum chuckled and thumbed over her shoulder, "No, it's for her wedding."

I usually follow this with, "And Alaska is our jaunty cap." The combination is my go-to retort to the "Canada: America's Hat" joke—because who wears a hat that's bigger than them?!

"IN FIVE MINUTES!" That made me laugh; I can totally see the child logic behind it.

My grade two class churned out stories like our pencils were driven by Ford himself. A couple girls were determined to write a full novel, while I contented myself writing short stories.

Shh, I love this song. And Mika. So maybe I'm a little biased.

Doesn't that give you nightmares?

I mentioned all the interesting/horrifying things I'd learned about pregnancy to my mother while she was visiting. I noted this one, and she looked at me and then said, "Huh. I'd forgotten about that."