Fair enough - the orthodontic nightmare sounds harrowing enough. Warm water seems like your friend in this situation. And bless you!! I hope those flavors are available in Canada.

This!! Why do people insist I brush my teeth with warm water? I know a number of people who swear it's How You're Supposed To Do It, and I'm just not having it.

Add to that list the guys who think Hemingway was a bastion of masculinity, and someone to model themselves after.

Dodai was the cooler older sister showing me my first copy of Sassy. She will be missed. A ton.

Especially if his reasoning is, "Well, I thought you could use some tightening up!!" Muscle or vagina, he'd be lucky if he didn't get fucking murdered.

And then I'd smile sweetly, and say to him, "Oh babe, that's so sweet of you, but my krav maga class is that night! Maybe I can fit in between kickboxing and target practice, though!!"

Seriously - unless I had explicitly stated an interest in signing up for a class of any sort - pottery, cooking, pilates, pole dancing - and then expressed how the whole process of doing so would be arduous - I don't want you to start signing me up for shit. Weirdo.

If a guy I was seeing suggested I do any form of physical activity, I'd laugh in his face. Unless he wanted to go bowling, or something, he can shove it. "Sign her up for pilates"? What fucking world do they live in?

I should probably have some sort of helpful reminder of the same variety. I normally just wait until I'm at the point where I'm yelling at strangers - would definitely help to remind myself it's the hormones, and not the onset of psychosis.

On the upside, your self-awareness seems really on point! :)

Just for the record, there was absolutely zero judgment in my statement. I like Disney music, and also The Daily Show. We're a weird bunch.

I'm just curious about the type of people whose interests include both political satire, and One Direction. What a strange intersection.

Isn't Marie Claire for, like, women in their thirties+? Why is Ariana Grande on the cover? Je suis confused.

Oh, are we feeling a wee bit grouchy-wowchy? Coochie-coo, boogity-boo, da da doo doo. Fuckin' eh. Grouchy/grumpy/cranky is for angry looking felines, garbage-dwelling puppets and crying babies, not adult women.

Unless my pants are basically sprayed on with paint, yes, I am constantly hitching up the rear, and praying I wore cute underwear.

Amen, sister. I've got Sailor Moon-legs-for-days, but at the top of those babies, there's my lower back, and nothin' else. I, too, await when legs come back into vogue.

I'm all for embracing every shape - including our own.

As a flat-assed girl, all the big booty love makes me feel pretty down about my lack of derriere. Butt exercises and diet be damned, I inherited my dads lack of ass, and am stuck with(out) it.

I didn't need to see girl-on-girl action on the teevee to realize I liked women. Christina Applegate as Kelly Bundy, though, all bleach-blonde and leather jacket, was the first girl that made me feel tingly. I remember thinking to myself, as a five/six year old - "gosh, I wish she'd come over and babysit me."

True! Depends on what I'm in the mood for - brooding, rugged, and Irish, or a diabolical, meticulously-groomed Dane. A gal needs choices!