I think that I am naturally monogamous. I am attracted to other people, but I have no desire (or - I suspect- ability) to become emotionally involved with anyone else. It takes a lot of energy to be that vulnerable. It is, frankly, very difficult for me to be that vulnerable with even one person. But it's worth the…

I didn't until I got married (at 27) and spent the night in a hotel for my honeymoon.

Traveling with my father (a Motel 6 connoisseur) the following happened (my age is in parenthesis):

1) I awoke to find a large cockroach inside my retainer case (age 9)
2) I got in between the sheets and my leg slid in a substance that, as an adult, I am convinced was sperm but which, at the time, I described as 'cold…

Watching Little Edie circle round the revelation in the documentary Greg Gardens, I was struck by the thought that we all secretly long for self-awareness. If our lives are a puzzle that we must solve, sometimes (if we suspect that the finished image will be an ugly one) it's easier to let it go unsolved. If the…

Yeah. That was our sentiment.

No, it was real. Without question. What I meant was that she thought of it as an object, and not a part of a person.

I really think that it's because she didnt think of it as human. She was really, really shocked that she got in trouble over this. She got very snotty.

When my husband and I went to the Paris Catacombs a woman (blond, American, and - it turned out - extremely wealthy) pried a child-sized skull out of the wall and shoved it into her purse. Thankfully, there was a guard sitting by the door who checked everyone's bag as they exited. Apparently, people try to steal human…

'Daddy, why's the moon getting closer?'

We don't have a closet. We have a clothes-pile. It's made of gym clothes, kimonos, and many, many books. There might be some rats under there. I don't know. It's been a while since I've gotten to the bottom of it.

Not officially, but one girl did dress up as that Wolverine-boning minx for Halloween.

Awesome. I should have known that there would be another MBC lady on Jezebel. I graduated in 2005.

This is terrible! I went to Mary Baldwin College (another all-women's uni) and our fencing team (the fighting squirrels) used to rag on their team (the vixens) because they wore pink knee socks. But it's awful to see them close. My feminist awakening was the direct result of being in a safe learning environment where…

My family is fallen southern gentry (my grandmother was disinherited by her mine-owning father for marrying outside of her race/class) and so we were raised with upper class 'values' and absolutely no money. My father got a lot of crap for marrying outside of his 'class' when their parents earned exactly the same…

My Dad gave the sermon (a Presbyterian minister guesting in a CofE church) and his main topic was 'the sin of divorce'. The canon, who performed the wedding, was appalled. As was half the congregation.

I always picture Roz in Margaret Atwood's 'The Robber Bride' as Bette Middler in TFWC. I have no idea why this happened, it just did. It's probably due to the fact that Roz is fabulous.

Yup. This job is very appealing to this smelly misanthrope.

That's my answer, too. Large, predatory marsupials need to be a thing again.

I don't trust anyone who use the word 'gosh' in public. This man reminds me of the down-home, aw-shucks serial killer that lived in the trailer park behind our house in Kansas.

So, no body but me is worried about her contracting lung fluke parasites (they burrow into your brain!) from the snail slime? Just me then? Ok.