Thank you for that. Professors appreciate it. :P)

I haven't gotten one of those calls yet, thankfully, but I've seen some truly entitled nonsense. I'm not sure what I would do if I got it from a parent. Hanging up is tempting.

You'd be amazed how often their mommies do exactly that.

I gave my students a pass back at the beginning of our January term when it was -26 the morning of the first day of class. But dammit, I was there. It's northern Iowa. It's cold. So what?

I wish.

I've never seen the prices go down if I wait longer. But part of that is that I tend to have to fly out of little podunk airports in the Midwest. The "Let's Fly You to a Real Airport!" flights fill up with astonishing regularity and drive the prices up.

My mother taught me to suck in my gut. A psychologist had to teach me to stop doing that because I was breathing so shallowly it caused me chest pain that was so severe I had a cardiac workup.

I'm not there yet, but I'm going to be someday. I already have dresses down to an art (though you wouldn't believe my fitting techniques...). And I make alterations to the bras that I already own (where the center gores are too wide, especially). Bras would be a next step. :)

YES.

Someday. :) I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without one. I just need to get my life together and get over this fear that no dog is ever going to be quite the same.

Oh man could I have used this back in the Immigration days...

I've heard about that in Ukraine, with the medical system, as well.

My mutt was the best dog in the world, and 10+ years later, I still can't bring myself to replace him.

Oh interesting. I'd wondered the same thing (I've definitely heard it as a gay slur). Now I can't get the connection out of my head, because I'm pretty sure the one time I've heard it in song was in a shock rocker's song about Santa (or Father Frost, rather). Now the connection is getting uncomfortable.

I wish I could opt out of it. But mine usually want both that and my stupid height, which I could tell them within 1/4". So I just let them and try not to get any numbers.

I flat out refuse to look at the scale. Anywhere but at the scale. My doctor's office has a very lovely corner...

I just look the other way, and the nurses usually get the hint. A few will ask me if I want to know, and I just go "Nope"

Yes. FOR SCIENCE. Sweet sweet science.

I think I do some of this already — I'll caffeinate a little while before doing something important rather than going based on how I feel.

Dammit. Watch my town lose our tiny little not-in-a-mall store.