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That must be disappointing. I was thinking the other day about how, if I was the type of person to believe in ghosts, I could easily convince myself that my apartment is haunted. A streetlight outside flickers on and off when we go past (lightbulb is dying), things fall over on the shelves (we are messy and stack

Agreed. I’m not that shocked that rich people can and do buy overpriced, unnecessary tat. If Gwyneth Paltrow was trying to say that everyone should have whatever crap she’s hawking, that would be irritating and out of touch. I haven’t seen her doing that. (And maybe she is, but since I am well aware that I am not her

I want to see how the hair is manufactured. I bet it’d be super cool.

We’ve had these things in Canada for several years and I have never ever heard of anyone calling it “dipping”. The only thing I have ever heard a cashier say is “insert your card”. I really hope “dip your card” catches on in the US so I have something to laugh at. (On a related note, does anyone in the States actually

When I was about 8, I used to go swimming at the pool at the police training academy. They had a free maxi-pad and tampon dispensers, and I used to take them because they were free. I stuck the maxi-pads on my dolls like diapers (sticky side right on the vulva, as you do) and pretended the tampons were bullets. At no

Agreed. My husband and I laugh every time one of us farts. We do extend each other the courtesy of letting the other person know that we’re about to let one rip (no one likes to be farted on).

My mother breastfed me and my siblings until we were 2, twenty-odd years ago. It’s really odd because she’s definitely not the earth mother hippie type - she’s very no nonsense. To be fair, she was living in a very remote settlement at the time, and she was a stay at home mom with not a lot else to do.

As an undergrad geology student, I had a prof who told us a story about visiting part of the Canadian Shield. They’re out looking at some rocks, and a tourist thinks out loud, “I wonder how old these rocks are!” My prof is like, “3 billion years old”. The tourist has this look of wonder on his face and says “Wow, how

I thought you said “virile” and I was super grossed out.

I got one of the anti-abortion flyers in the mail last week and I was fucking PISSED. It’s the one where it comes in a white envelope saying “IMPORTANT ELECTION INFORMATION ENCLOSED”, and you open it and there’s a picture of a chopped up fetus and “Justin Trudeau supports abortion until birth!” I don’t even like

I’m introverted, shy, and anxious. Despite that, I still feel lonely if I’m not around other people on a regular basis. My anxiety makes me worry that no one likes me, my shyness makes me worry about being seen as boring, aloof, or unable to hold a conversation, and my introversion makes me worry that being around

You Torontonians and your “cottage country”. Here in Manitoba, we call it “going to the lake”. Same idea though. All middle-class kids either belong to a family that has a cottage or has friends who do.

I live in Manitoba and I wasn’t sure if all the people I met in ND and MN were just other Canadians cross-border shopping, or if the ridiculous accents everyone makes fun of were just a lie. Good to know. (Also, it’s funny to think of those states as “up here”, rather than “down there”.)

I’ve had great luck with reasonably young, female mentors. They had to deal with a lot of sexist bullshit, so they have all gone out of their way to make things welcoming for me and to not take any crap. I count myself very lucky.

The show Family Tree did this pretty well in my eyes. The characters visited a reservation and it was very clear that the white, British people were the butt of the joke. It was making fun of the ignorant assholes who believe in these stereotypes, not the native people.

Oh man, if being in labour is more painful than having an IUD inserted, and it’s for a prolonged period of time, I am now convinced that I will take whatever painkillers the doctors will give me.

I thought I was super tough and that I’d have no problems with the insertion - I can deal with cramps, right?! Unfortunately, the insertion turned out to be several minutes of extreme agony for me. It was by far the worst pain I’d ever felt - sharp tendrils of stabbing pain, like someone with fingers made of knives

Yeah, mine kinda swirled them around the cervix immediately after it was in place. It was a weird but not necessarily unpleasant sensation (that said, almost anything felt good after the horrific, mind-bending agony of having the IUD placed).

No kidding! Everyone knows it means “you look bad today”. No one would think it is acceptable to say that to a friend or coworker!

The strings on my IUD are pretty long and are curled up around the cervix so that I can’t imagine them poking anyone - and my partner has never felt them. Everyone always suggests getting them trimmed if the strings are felt by your partner, but to me that seems like it would just make them pokier. I guess this is why