I am! I am a secret lizard woman! When it’s under 74 and I’m sitting around in a tee shirt and jeans, I get cold. For sleeping I like it between 66 and 68 if I’m sharing a bed and 70-72 if I’m on my own. A pleasant day in my world is between 78 and 84 and I feel great up to around 95 degrees, and unperturbed up to…

Temperature is just one more thing that the patriarchy controls. This is not about conditioning the air; it’s about conditioning the oppressed classes to accept the cheapest, most convenient, and easiest air that the ruling classes can provide. It is a result of capitalism: An effort to monetize the human condition…

My office is fucking freezing and it adds to my already intense misery at being there for eight+ hours a day. We’re also not allowed to have bare legs so I have to sweat wearing stockings as I walk in from the train. It’s like my office wants us to be at maximum misery.

Jesus. 77°F is 25°C. That is nuts. It’s one thing to be working in an office that doesn’t have air conditioning, so it occasionally gets that warm on summer days, but quite another to aim for it. I’m a girl, and that is TOO HOT. Are the rest of you secretly lizard people? You are. I knew it.

As someone who is constantly freezing inside, A THOUSAND TIMES YES. I would be way more productive if I didn't alternate typing with one hand while warming the other on my thigh. I also hate dressing appropriately for the day's weather, but having to carry a heavy sweater to be ok indoors.

8st=50kg=112lbs

alconleigh?! NO. My tiny heart can’t take this. I’m all by myself a lot, and Jezebel keeps me all kinds of company.

Team Dry Land

It doesn’t matter who you are, or how old: fart jokes are never not funny.

I am now Team Personal Bubble Get The Hell Away From Me Filth Factory.

I’m a desert rat. Let me sing you the song of my people.

Team sixteenth floor apartment!

I cried so much during Inside Out. And some little kid behind me kept making comments during the entire movie and at that one really sad point (trying not to spoil it), he was like, “What happened to Bing Bong?” and I couldn’t handle it.

I haven’t seen it, and I probably better not. I am the world’s biggest crybaby. I legit cried during a movie trailer about a month ago and haven’t been back yet because of shame.

The less publicity, the better. I mean there are going to be death penalty appeals for years, and then if there is an execution - we can’t unring the bell, but we can avoid ringing it more and more in the future.

She’s absolutely serious. A number of people who study mass murders say that the more infamy is generated, the more the act appeals to other sociopaths, whereas anonymity, being the opposite of what these people want, minimizes the risk of copycats.

Duh.