You end up being an expert by necessity. I know way more about bra construction than I EVER wanted to know. A well-fitting bra is like a holy grail sewing project for me.

Excellent choice. I want one of those too please. *drooling* Can we get someone over in Biology to work on it?

I have to drive about 90 minutes to get one my size (G/H cups don't grow on trees, you know!), and the difference between one of my well-fitting bras and one of my not-well fitting bras is a lot of pain. So I'm right there up on that soapbox with you, preaching the joys of a good fit, and warning never to let…

The boobs are intimidating, as is my demeanor when I'm suitably annoyed. (I'm a sub 5-foot, blonde, baby-faced, college professor. I've had to develop facial expressions to match my "professor voice") I've even had the high-end department store ladies look at me and go "You look like you know what you're doing".

It was actually a relief to me the day I walked into a Victoria Secret (not to buy a bra, thank goodness), someone almost attempted to ask me if I wanted a bra fitting, and just stopped when she actually looked at me.

Damn, I've been doing it wrong all these years.

I make this at work. I take the cake mixes and shake them up in a big ziploc bag and then I have cake for weeks!

I'm partial to "processed cheese food". Like Kraft Singles.

Freckled Swede? Go inside now.

I started doing much better as a new college professor when I stopped trying to be what I thought people expected me to be and started being me (cat pictures, zombie physics, and all).

As a resident of Almost Minnesota, Iowa, I hear you on the cold contributing to the mess in the head. I've spent all week feeling like everything's wrong with me, and at least half of it is from the vague fear that I'll never be warm again.

Indeed. Smaller portions of the good stuff, kthnx.

Well. Technically, the Rankine scale has Absolute Zero too. But it's still zero, so it's still (somewhat) redundant. ;) (This physics prof loves that type of asshole)

Awwww, bad experience?

I giggled at "Absolute Zero Degrees Kelvin". I'm a cold-ass nerd.

I'm an "early career" scientist who has yet get a tenure track job. And since I'm going the liberal arts college route, course evals are part of my "See, I can teach!" packet when I try to get a job.

Sorry, I'm contractually obligated to give at least a quasi-fuck about what people thing about me. They're called course evaluations and I hate them.

Tis the only version of that song I truly love, but I'd never seen the visuals. Thank you. <3

In grad school, my advisor would routinely hand me his department credit card — an actual MasterCard with his name on it — to make a purchase over at the bookstore, which I signed for myself. (I also had a photocopy of the card for online purchases, but that's another story)

I listened to this segment yesterday. Rock on, Minnesota Public Radio. <3