Not that inclined to be sympathetic with some assholes who go out, get blasted on booze, and decide to roll the dice on other people’s life by driving home drunk. The server might or might not have been motivated solely by vengence, but they still DID the right thing.

I am not one to yell ‘oh no! Chemicals’, but if you want to avoid caffeine I do think drinking something that is naturally caffeine free as opposed to having it soaked out using some sort of chemical bath (I have no real idea how it happens, they could crack the bean and suck it out with tiny tubes for all I know…

Yeah, that’s me. If I can’t have caffiene...I’m having a hot chocolate. Possibly with a crunchie melted in it, because that it some gooooooooood stuff.

About the closest I ever came was when I had to go through the post/papers ever day and remove any pictures of my meat before my vegan boss could see them.

I am not sure it would be any more palatable if you made it into a blancmange - something I actually have a recipe for somewhere.

I once farted twice in a restaurant because I got this body-function control hobbling sneezing* fit. They were definitely audible, but I think the sneezing covered it though. Also, frankly it could have been worse.

Yes, but he apologised promptly and sincerely (as far as I could tell). Unlike Renner who just went, ‘Yeah? Yeah, you think that’s offensive?’. All I can think of with him, is that he’s gotten really annoyed with having so many people like and support his career. He just wants them to stop.

Eh - she had the script going for her though. In reality heels are a hindrance. Some people can overcome that and run like heck in them, but the basic design of heels is not meant to be practical.

The funniest thing ever was at an old job where my co-worker was a hair under six feet. She loved heels, but I swear whenever she wore them you could see all the blokes in the office trying to stretch themselves to be taller.

That is the point though. How daft is it that something that actually hinders you (generally, though I know some people can move fast in ‘em) is what is culturally encoded as a signified of professionalism?

But that is what amuses me - the idea that strapping pretty ridiculous, frequently uncomfortable contraptions on your feet is somehow a sign you are high flying anything. And that this idea is SO pervasive that the idea of a professional woman wearing flats because it is more comfortable, efficient, or they are just…

Well, I will be interested in watching the blokes in the office get their heel on!

Because apparently a woman couldn’t just wear flats because she felt like it? It would just be totally unbelievable for a woman to just wear pumps or a flat soled boot?

Except, the problem is what if she hadn’t abstained from sexual intercourse? Would he still want to protect her? The idea that virginity is at all relevant except to the person whose genitalia is directly involved is just...harmful. The implication is that a: women go ‘off’ in some way after the seal of freshness is…

Hold on... When Renner says ‘I let other people handle that’, it is shorthand for ‘I got RDJ to go to bat for me on my pay. I ain’t risking my marvel millions for Jenny Lawrence.’? Cos, I used to like you Renner, goddamnit. Remember when he was all adorable and make up tip giving on shows? Then he apparently decided…

The woman teaching a class on the Protection of Vulnerable Adults and Children once told me I was weird because I classed washing and combing hair under intimate care (also cutting fingernails and applying lipstick, which apparently weren't). It is always nice to hear that other people have opinions on hair touching…

I know! I was reading this going...two tampons? That barely gets me through the morning! (I should not complain though. My uterus wrings itself out like an angry washerwoman, but the actual length of the event is pretty brief.)

A lot of the time ‘Catholic’ is short-handed to the institution rather than the individuals - both culpable and not - of which it is comprised, I think. Although, to be honest, there are times I have little patience for practicing Catholics who defend the Church or refuse to question it...even though I know that’s not…

The Irish Catholic Church is a hateful ghost though, for the Church itself as much as anyone else. I know four people from my parents generation who have nerve damage in their hands from going to religious schools in Northern Ireland. I know a woman who was sent to one of the Magdalen Laundries. My friend’s mother had…

She did grow out of it. I mean, she’s seven now and still cares about whether she looks cute or not. It’s just not the focus of everything anymore: she likes pink and green, she loves ponies, and she wants to be a builder like a dad or a vet when she grows up. :)