That was the part that was so confusing to me...just how are the dressing rooms set up so that an 'imposter' is even as issue? I mean...are they really communal? Because that's the only way I can see how anyone COULD spy if they wanted to. Otherwise, even if someone wanted to creep (and I know and recognize that…

You are a woman. What if you went into a bra store and an employee told you that you look too mannish to be shopping there and that you needed to put on more makeup and wear a skirt to prove your womanhood before they would accommodate you?

I mean, I'm not trying to be flippant, I just don't see what having (or not having) a penis has to do with purchasing an item of clothing meant for you BREASTS.

I mean, maybe I've been doing it wrong, but I don't think bras go on your genitals.

For years, we have served customers who are in transition with their pre- and post-surgical fitting needs, and will continue to do so

I wonder what the population of women in women-only prisons is? I bet it's higher.

There was a time in my late teens, early twenties where I was very fearful of people. I would hide out anytime I didn't have to be out in public. The only exception to this is my late night walks where I would wander around for hours rarely encountering anyone.

I was watching this last night and just getting angrier and angrier and angrier. Jesus, what a world.

Ask and you shall recieve

This was so brilliant. I adore Jessica Williams, I always get excited when she comes on the screen. This was amazing in a "this is hilarious but incredibly depressing because it's completely true" kind of way.

It's weird and I can't quite figure out those two. They are from the same litter and rescues, but they go through typical sibling phases were they can't stand each other, then adore each other, rinse, repeat.

Just sayin':

As an added benefit, this gives you license to eat as many burritos at lunch as you wish, since it will only add to the mystery.

Then there will be tabloid articles saying "KikaMarie Takes Hand Off Abdomen, Is Obviously Barren".

I think if I ever become a celebrity I am just going to walk around with my hand placed delicately on my abdomen all the damn time just to keep tabloids guessing as to whether or not I'm pregnant since that seems to be the number one indicator.

When my kid asks me where babies come from, I'm just going to say "When a man and a woman love each other very much, the woman puts her hand on her stomach. Then a stranger takes a picture and publishes it. That's how a woman gets pregnant."

So. Many. Impure. Thoughts.

I totally agree with Diving as #1. Rugby should be #2 though—- LOOK AT THOSE THIGHS.

My boyfriend plays Rugby and I always get hot and bothered when he puts those little shorts on his muscular legs.

I'm sorry. How can #1 NOT be rugby? I was so distracted by those thighs I didn't get any further. (And I never knew I was a thigh gal.)