Tell me about it. I was tempted to post the Frank Zappa grossout contest story this week, considering people who recite known urban legends are apparently now eligible for the crown.

I was 14 and at the community fun fair. A boy who was 17 snuck me into the beer tent and I was served - now keep in mind I didn’t look at all like I was legal, but I suppose he did as he had a full beard. A couple of older guys (30s at least but my memory is fuzzy) were razzing this boy, asking him if I was his wife…

I was 14 years old, and two greasy, somewhat older teenage boys sitting across from me spent the entire voyage audibly debating my level of sexual experience. I was too mortified to say anything. Then, as I got off the bus trying to be as invisible as possible, they shouted out, “bye! Have a nice wet dream!”

I may have to have this same conversation someday with my youngest about Barcelona, Spain.

It was actually Leave a Light On. But yeah.

In grade eight, a boy in my class was utterly horrid to me. He wielded every devastating insecurity a 13 year old girl could have like a weapon against me. He relentlessly chastised me for being ugly, smelly, a square (sexually inexperienced), and unpopular. I shit you not, he once announced loudly enough for the…

My first slow dance was at a friend’s party when I was in grade six. We were enjoying chips and pop in old school glass bottles (anyone else remember the Pop Shoppe?), generally having a good time. We turned on some music and got to dancing. Selections were pretty much limited Corey Hart, and my first dance was to his…

Amen. I'm 38 and wear my red hair - naturally wavy, but usually straightened for work - long and usually down at my grown-up dressy job. I cut it back a couple of inches twice a year when it hits the bra band. It looks great, not sorry at all. I'm guessing it's just more policing women's appearance; we associate long…

In general I like my boss - he’s my age more or less, we’ve known each other for a while, he seems a decent person. But there are moments. For example, he has this habit of jauntily calling male colleagues “Mr. Lastname”. He never does this with the women - he always calls us by our first names. It’s stupid, right - I…

Kat Von D also released a lipstick shade called "Celebutard" a while back and got in pretty deep doodoo for it from the Down Syndrome community. Google tells me she was pretty unrepentant then, too, but that time Sephora did pull it from the shelves. Clearly she hasn't learned from her mistakes, which kind of sucks…

It is indeed. Epic slush and salt stains.

what about people who put their feet on a seat in front of them getting slushy bootprints everywhere? Snapped this specimen myself.

I am so sorry that this happened - I'm sorry your parents failed you so horribly. You're right, it's inconceivable to me but I believe you. And I apologize for some of these comments. I hope that your work is helpful to people who are too afraid or ashamed to speak out. I don't know what else to say.

amateurs. I had this figured out years ago.

I love Blast from the Past so much it hurts. I still quote dialogue from it all the time.

Okay, I've forced myself to look past the obvious distractions and now see that these clothes appear to be made out of repurposed jackets. Like, the genitals are poking out of what were once necklines. Seriously, look - the one on the bottom was made of a blazer with lapels. So weird. Why would you go to the trouble?

That's what I thought for ages. But actually, the 'flushable' only applies to the cardboard applicator - that just unravels into wet paper and can go down the pipes. But not the tampons themselves.