Basically, I've been called it since I was kid, and it's mine. I have a certian attachment too it. Some sentimental, I remember feeling so grownup up the first time someone called me Ms. Lastname.

*Benedict. A pox on my spelling.

I like my name thank you very much. The only reason I'd change it is if I married a Cumberbatch, and not just Bendadict. No any Cumberbatch. Because my name + Cumberbatch sounds like a steampunk adventuress and that's awesome.

I've struggled with it myself. But my name is my name as much as it is my father's or my long ago ancestors. I've never been really attached to my first name because it generats so many nicknames, and really don't care what anyone calls me. But my last name has been constant and I'm really rather fond of it.

Oh well, that's totally different. I speak for all people with lady bits here, if I found out he looked like Alan Rickman, Benedict Cumberbatch or Andy Serkis,* I would invite him up for coffee and pasties. I would then cover my butt in whipped cream, and my boobs with danishs. Then when he comes up I would sharpen…

I can see that being a thing of just wanting to shop without getting too involved. I remember what it was like when I was a teenager, shopping and having everyone keeping a very, very close eye on you.* I hated that. I guess, it's a fine line and you have to able to read people.

Well, I was white girl who grew up in a ethnic neighborhood. All my friends where black, hispanic, or asian.I saw color, but I don't think I saw race really I finally made a white friend when I was ten. I didn't see race very well, but I saw gender pretty good since I was told often I was girl and couldn't do fun…

I'm a lady whose neutral face is kind glum looking, and I get comments about it from men (Standard "Sou'd be prettier if you smiled") and women.* All that said, your coworker sounds super annoying and you are allowed to be annoyed.

Okay, can I talk about how weird it is to be the only person in the store aside from the shop keeper? And they just stare at you and are silent? It feels like I've just walked into an episode of the Twilight Zone. Like it's part of a town with a dark secret thing.

I am socially awkward, introverted and a southerner, and I've only just figured out the rules of conversation here. It's basically tiptoe as close to over-sharing as you can while staying away from politics,* sex, and bowl movements. And even then it's not a hard and fast rule distressingly enough.

Well, that was special.

Okay. I can see that. I remember, I was young teenager, and I hot damned my way through a whole tour. My less aware classmates had no idea.

Are we talking in person or photos of? I know I've never looked at it in that way, but Michelangelo never did any of my preferred types. It would likely be a different story in person.

That's okay. Many people don't. We're all different.

I can't stop reading the comments even though I'm just getting madder. Someone help me!

Okay this argument is just sad. I can't even understand this. You are pretending that's where your tax dollars are going? And are unhappy about where you imagination? If you are going to pretend about the location of your hand earned money, then imagine something the Government does that you like.

For one thing, everyone is going to have a "health crisis" sooner or later. Being alive and healthy are both states that eventually change. For another thing, you are going to be taxed anyway weither I'm fat or not. Deal with it. Or pretend it's going to something you like, you'll be happier for it. I pretend my tax…

It's true. I am a pessimist and I'm annoyed by those people. It's kind of an a-hole phrase, "I'm just a man of the world, and are so naive that you probably believe in fairies." Being a pessimist just means you have a dark outlook on life, it doesn't always mean it's right.

And on the plus side, life often surprises me by not being terrible. And when it doesn't, well, I sort of expected it so it's not a total surprise.

I'm doing okay. I'm just not trusting my life to risks that aren't well thought out.