me too! It’s like a giant Lego set!!!! Give me an IKEA dresser still in the box and a six pack and I am happy for hours!

I only use my initials (when the journal allows), but everyone kind of knows everyone else on each tiny little pinnacle of academia....so being gender-anonymous won’t last long into your career (but by then, I hope to have blown all the sexist dipshits out of the water with my publications, anyway!)

AMEN.

I WILL HAPPILY TAKE THAT RED WINE OFF YOUR HANDS

Woah! Please send it to Jez so they can make it interactive for us!! Please please please, I want to fill out the worksheets then make fun of it so hard...

to this day, whenever someone says “labyrinth”, all I can think of if “crotch crotch crotch crotch crotch crotch crotch....”

"city fucking hall"

Me too! I had to have my nose cauterized numerous times because I kept sneezing the molten silver nitrate back out onto the doctor (sorry doc). It was a horrible experience, but not as horrible as being that awkward kid in middle school who had a massive bloody nose nearly every single day. These days (I’m 29 now) I…

I’m always floored when people refer to these decades as “simpler times”...da fuck? Maybe for white, upper class dudes who could get away with being sexist and racist dicks.

I second the vote for Lush’s No Drought...it is the shit.

I went through a very androgynous phase in middle school. I really wish I could still pull off that look as an adult (hello boobs and booty!), because I LOVE the “starving academic” look on dudes and women (mmmm elbow patches).

I always imagine them full of Depends and old lady perfume smells....BLEH. And they’re so incredibly ugly!

Nope. I love me some bearded man, but for some reason his just doesn’t do it for me.

eeeewww, long fingernails *hurrrrrck* (also: diamonds = bleh)

There’s a metaphor for marriage in here somewhere....

Seriously, people who don’t pick up their dog’s shit are the worst (other litterers are a close second).

I think it's hilarious when men play the female driving card (I.e. Saying his wife can't back out of the garage). I mean, dude, that's your own stupid anecdote...but, please, keep talking and explain to me why men pay more for car insurance. It must be how awesome they are at driving!!

*facepalm*

If you are a woman, and the dickhead salespeople try to talk to your significant other instead of you...tell them why you are about to walk out, then do it. I was in the market in my mid-20s and had to walk out of a couple of places. Even after looking them in the eye and explaining (as if to a child): I am buying…

I know that as a rational, educated, grown-ass woman I should not believe in ghosts (I don’t...), but if you ask me at 2 am when I’m home by myself and can’t sleep, I just might have a different answer... *shudder*