My jaw just hit the floor at the suggestion that people exist who can't name them all at will. I think my 90's childhood indoctrinated me more effectively than previously suspected.

There was an interesting documentary on "table dancers" in the UK a short while back, it was on the BBC and was surprisingly empathetic, and for the most part showed a more empowering side of the work, for some of the girls at least. It was very much about the choice, and I actually thought it was pretty balanced.…

currently I am waiting upon my future husband (we have an arrangement, more about financial support than marriage, it's cool) to bring me either a giant shiny ring, because I like sparkly things, or our favourite, adorable and wonderful philosophy lecturer covered in glitter. Possibly both. It will be the best…

we may have been separated at birth, upon exit from Kant's bloody mess.

....brb, off to eBay for those shoes.

I'm definitely going to start using Kant. and then talk about how so many people don't get how Kant works/how to get the most out of Kant etc.

Ah-ha I was on Zoloft, and the only thing it did was make me a tad less depressed for a short while. Powerful enough for a psychotic break, I think fucking not.

Adding to the Mirena crowd. My body has very little love for birth control, even the Mirena took a good few months to begin to settle properly, but it's wonderful. I used to get cramps of the take-way-over-the-dosage-of-painkillers-and-still-be-bedridden-for-a-good-few-days variety; now, I can get away with maybe one…

Double thanks, because this is one of the things I hate most (and get a lot, because bisexual.)

I think it's the context thing again; Hallowe'en is (supposed to be) about being scary, terror, etc. So when people dress up as such things, they're acknowledging they are horrible and awful, not doing it for a "controversial" "fashion" shoot.

I... wow. Do you just get used to the pain? I only have one pair of high high heels (and I wore them once because I live somewhere where I walk everywhere and most of the streets are cobbled.) But even an evening in high heels normally ends in blister-riddled hell for me.

I agree. I mean, I think licensing should be far easier and cheaper (two years and $16000?!) to get, but as an addict to awful trashy TV when bored I've seen those beauty-going-wrong shows with girls whose hair has been braided so tight their skin fell off in clumps and they have large bald patches of scar tissue. And…

Also, I don't know anything about this so it's pure conjecture, but I would imagine if you live in a third world country with limited-to-no access to healthcare and you are allergic to something very badly, you'd probably die from anaphalactic shock before you could be gotten to a hospital.

I just got confronted with a horrible baby dolphin corpse on my way home. This is exactly what I needed. I love you, jezebel.

Agreed. Also, if Michelle Pfeiffer (I have no idea how to spell it either...) was cast, I might have actually gone to see it, because I love her untold amounts.

I'm not even really surprised by this. I think I'm still too busy being permanently scarred by finding out dolphins gang-rape, which is the one nature fact I will never get over.

I would still lose all faith in humanity if I ever lost my bear or doll. I also nearly had a panic attack the other night when I couldn't find my Rhino, my latest sleeping companion.

i would offer everyone here wine, but i've been doing this and now there's none left :s

I will totally attempt to illustrate this. It may go horribly, but I don't even care.

I've got pretty bad about this recently (ie since I got my evil implant, and then after that my magical IUD), but that's almost entirely down to circumstances. If I'm fucking a stranger/one night stand, I will never bareback, it just isn't worth it, and tbh I haven't done so for a while but when I next have any…