As are we all! ;)

My husband and I call it a 'load bearing marriage.'

Sir Gob is always such a flirt!

It never ceases to amaze and warm me that we humans still want the same things that we did thousands of years ago. We are such an astounding species, full of wisdom and contradiction.

That gave me chills.

Retcon from Torchwood (or as Mr. Downing says 'Torchwooooooooooo!'). It has such an "I see what you did there ... " name.

This. I grew up in a minority majority area that was very economically diverse. I'm astounded by the ignorance I find among middle class white people. It's like they've only seen non-whites on TV and have no clue how much racial bias they have.

Make the move. You'll be so much happier. I live in SF and my father lives in Irvine. That place is seriously creepy. Whenever we go for a visit I always feel like we're in some crazy housing development made by Disney.

Totally! "My" Ren Faire had no permanent structures. This makes me so sad.

Sometimes I think this is a big part of all the crappy fat shaming out there. "If I have to starve myself then so should you! Wait, men still want you? It's optional? Oh heeelll nooo."

It was very weird. I've never cared all that much about being a big ole girl, but man, other people sure do!

Right? I'm gorgeous but freakin' fat. I had this one friend who I had to drop because she was so resentful that men wanted me and not her (because I don't hate myself probably) because, in her words "I'm the skinny one!" I couldn't take it any longer and had to distance myself.

I don't get it either. Of course, I rarely wear make-up. I was raised in the Bay Area to a second generation single mom, so there was zero of that 'Beauty Hurts' business. I wore high-heels to rebel. I had to get the ladies at the makeup counter at Macy's show me how to apply make-up and I still do not understand…

I had nightmares for six weeks after seeing that movie. My parents were divorced and my mother was ... protective. I had only seen Disney movies and PBS stuff up until my father took me to see this, I think I was around 9. I still can't watch that scene.

It was mostly the noise, that noise still makes me jump.

I grew up with my mother's last name, so when I met Mr. Downing I already knew I was keeping it (and that my husband should take my name because it's cool). Mr. Downing is a bit older and hadn't really thought about names before. At first he was quite hurt that I wouldn't even consider taking his name and horrified…

You've got Hot Springs, y'all are good in my book.

But I don't believe, I never have. I like the idea of it, that a being has advanced to that point and beyond, but I don't have any faith in the unseen.

That was marvelous!

We certainly could do a good deal better at understanding and respecting a wider variety of viewpoints. Sometimes the battle is already lost if it's framed as right or wrong. For me it comes down to 'Your right to swing your fist ends where my nose begins.' I'm cool with having different perspectives, in fact…