TattleTeeny

Yup; I try to make a bun with clean, straightened hair and it's a catastrophe.

Of course they can--I don't mean that all kids have no choices. But the specific personal situations illustrated here by fellow commenters, and what you called "not cool," seem to fit into the category of "no choice." And not everyone's experiences match one person's. You're lucky your parents understood vegetarianism when you were a kid. Oy, I'm vegan and my mom still asks if I eat fish and forgets about me at family dinners (I get an iceberg salad in these cases). And I have a grandma who blames my scrawniness on veganism...even though I was this way back when I ate half a pan of her mac & cheese by myself.

But for weddings or stuff like that, I don't go to church at all, so I don't know if this was directed at me. Still though, if I were prone to lying I'd have no more of a problem doing it in a church at a wedding than I would elsewhere. People here, I believe, are recounting stories from childhood, when they had no choice in their religious responsibilities. This imagery is brilliant!

Oooh, I disagree. I think the fact that she lets this go on at all, clenches her fists/makes a face without stopping the kids, and then cleans it up herself says she's pretty chill. Chiller than I am, at least. I remember the scene in The Office when Kevin spilled a huge pot of chili on the carpet and it still makes me tense up today!

I don't wash mine everyday either; I follow and "as needed" system. I'll know by look and by feel if it needs it. And, if you see me with a bun or that poof-knot more than a day or two in a row, it probably needs it and I haven't gotten around to it (sometimes not wanting to blow-dry it keeps me from washing it, haha!). I will say this: man, does it stay up in a bun/knot really well when it's dirty!

It's only "really bad" depending on your belief system or devoutness, I'm guessing. I personally don't follow a religion so lying in a church of whatever denomination is no worse than telling a lie at home, work, store, or restaurant, and I'm not violating a promise or code of any kind.

Be careful about the clay, Brattinella; sometimes it can cause respiratory issues later for some cats. I used to use it too, and I don't think it was an issue for my past feline babies, but after my last one passed away and I adopted two kittens (after I made a big old fuss about never having pets again because it was just too devastating), I went a little "overprotective mom" and decided to do all the "right" (and pricier!) things (who knows--it could be all nonsense, but I never actually had baby cats before and figured why not, now that I can afford it).

You know, you might not be too far off there. Not too long ago, I believe Civics and Acura Integras were pretty high on the stolen list, probably by young Fast & Furious type guys, haha! I think they're easily modified and are known for being well made. Until a year ago, I had a 2000 Integra (the cutest!) and more than once, guys would ask me if I'd consider selling for parts. It was weird--I mean, no! That's what I drive to go to work and do regular-people things!

Haha, I got myself lost and frustrated in Target yesterday because I was thinking of the layout of an entirely different Target.

Yep, that's me in a parking lot. I now always park in an end space--I don't even care how far away it is--so that I at least have that small bit of info. Oh, and the worst thing? Because my BF is a musician, I'm in bars fairly often and not always ones I've been to before. I hate finding the bathroom for the first time because I will inevitably come out and walk the wrong way and, like, all the way around the room before realizing I didn't need to. It makes me self-conscious in a crowd even though who the hell in the place is keeping track of what I'm doing?

I bet I'd suck at it, auntlada. Last night, driving home, I encountered a police roadblock and was forced to reroute. I got all turned around in my own neighborhood of four years. Also, mall bathrooms: damn if I know what direction I came from when I went in. Maybe the game would help me?

YES! It's as random as Shaq's "when I was...younger [coy look at the camera]" in the General insurance commercial! Maybe it's because the Tresemme products are for volume?

Ahahahhaaaaaaa, I do this too! What is my problem? Once, I "watched" a vintage '70s disco maxi dress (oh my god, this thing is awesome, but tough to find an event to wear it to: halter-style top but in a heavy, questionable '70s fabric--for what temperature was this made?!) set out from Texas and proceed to head west and take a cross-country drive before finally arriving to me in NJ! I have no idea what the hell happened there, but I contacted the Etsy seller (just as an FYI, not as a complaint--wasn't her fault), who became as obsessed as I was about where "our" dress would visit next. That thing is better traveled than I am. Yesterday, I realized that I can waste a whole lot of time screwing around on Google Maps' satellite street view! Seriously, I was like a kid with a new PlayStation game, "visiting" my old apartments and "driving" down the streets with the cursor. Ironically, I am also the person who has never once ever explored the games in my phone because I find them boring. Ugh, this reminds me of a huge peeve of mine that rears its ugly head every November: Facebook posts of the "It's not Happy Holidays, it's Merry Christmas!" kind. Oh my god, the rage I feel at the (deliberate?) obtuseness of this attitude! Just take the fucking well-wishing sentiment for what it is, people, and return it and/or say thank you, and go about your damn day. No one is hurting you by saying "happy holidays," which, for the record, does not equal "fuck Christmas" and is not some liberal agenda. And not that this is important, but I'm not even an atheist; I'd categorize myself as agnostic, so my ire doesn't not even stem from "bible thumping"--it's more at the narrow-mindedness and people's refusal to understand the simple semantics of "happy holidays"...which is not only a way to avoid saying the "wrong" thing but also covers from Thanksgiving right through the New Year, no matter what you celebrate! Efficient, and even more generous with the well-wishes!

I use two at a time (shhhhh, I know I am horrible for this). She probably is? IMO, she's a huge copycat--which is fine, everyone from celebrities to regular people mimic styles they see and like. But I heard her years ago on Howard Stern touting her unique style as if she came up with her Betty Page-ish look. It was super-annoying and she's rubbed me the wrong way ever since! Also (and this is mean of me), she looks pretty in profile but, I'm sorry, head-on...ugh, I do not see the appeal. The kind I use can be safely flushed but the only time I do that is when I am present at the time of the poop crime. At the end of the day (in the literal sense, not the figurative way people use that phrase), I don't flush 24 hours' worth of clumps from two litter boxes. The instructions say it's OK but I feel skeptical.

Just saw Katy Perry in a makeup commercial. She is insufferable.

I hear you. I am the only one in my family who doesn't have blissfully pin-straight hair. It's not curly so much as bent. I get a halo of "cappuccino foam" fuzz at the slightest humidity, and it becomes wider than my shoulders. A ponytail with my natural hair is two loops of the elastic, while my straightened hair takes three (and I can barely get the elastic out when it's in its natural state). I tried super-short cropped hair once and it looked awesome...for two weeks; after that it was poofy and crazy. Once, my hair guy stopped drying my hair for 30 seconds when he took a phone call; he came back and cursed out my vicious cowlicks!

I agree with all of what you guys are saying; I just meant that, personally, I don't mind (even if I recognize that it's odd)--not that nobody should mind. I fully realize that my not minding is just my thing, not everyone's, and that it's perfectly valid to find this stuff inappropriate.

Honestly, I myself personally would not care if someone asked that (depending, of course, on who and in what context). Still, though, I am surprised by people who find it appropriate to do the asking. I don't even know if that makes sense considering I just said I wouldn't care. But then, I would be on the receiving end and probably almost never the asker (unless I knew the person well enough to do so, I guess).

Oh, I wouldn't know--I'm a heathen (and probably also kind of a hippie).

OK, and let's say that god was indeed punishing a group of people (for my hypothetical purposes, I'll go with animal abusers. Or Jewel)--what kind of crazed deity would punish everyone else with a flood?

Rethink this--that kind of thing sounds like it will result in a whole lot more Medicare mayhem! Ugh...yes. I actually deal with this from a different perspective: I write and copy edit for a niche retail catalog and website, and am constantly arguing with the purchasing department (which supplies the information I need for the copy) that no, we cannot use the wording that you gave me as is! It's meant to be read by people who don't work in the industry--you know, I think we call them "customers"!--and there is no reason they should be expected to understand your abbreviations and nicknames and shit (not to mention misspellings, lack of punctuation, and typos). And, no, if you cannot supply the complete information for something we are selling, I will not make it up (though I am often left with no option but visiting competitors' websites to see if I can find missing details...which is not my job, by the way). Pull it together, assholes.

Can I share a non-commercial-related IV story too? It's so ridiculous; I'll to not to ramble. Years ago, I woke up with a terrible, horrible pain in my lower back. It got worse fast so I went to the ER. I got there and they did all the usual tests they do (except a catheter because I practically kicked it out of the nurse's hand). They started me on IV fluids because they needed me to have a full bladder for that test with the jelly-smeared abdomen rolly-ball thing. Anyway, I had not one but two of those fluid bags, which boggled the mind of the nurse (she said it usually takes less than one*). Finally, I had to pee so they took me to the rolly-ball test. When I was done, I really had to go but they left me on a gurney in the hallway, still attached to that damn IV! No one came, but there was a bathroom not far away. So I started, like, pushing along the wall with my hands to move the whole gurney. I got to the bathroom and didn't know how to navigate the IV so... I pulled it right out of my hand! I went in, took care of business, and came back out to find an angry nurse who showed me that I could have simply wheeled the IV apparatus in with me. Turns out I had a kidney stone, but by the time they told me that, it must have worked itself out because the pain was pretty much gone. But they sent me home with a coffee-filter-looking thing, which I was apparently supposed to use to catch the stone the next time I went to the bathroom. I didn't use it because I didn't care anymore! * I apparently could withstand multiple bags of IV fluids because I had become adept at holding my pee for long stretches of time due to the fact that the bathrooms at the Barnes & Noble where I worked at the time were always in atrocious condition. The doctor told me that that may have contributed to why I ended up with a gnarly kidney stone in the first place. Cut to years later--when I have to pee, I now find a way! I also find that, ever since then, I always am slightly...I guess "aware of" (the best term I can come up with) my general kidney region. I hope you're feeling better, friendperidot!

Yeah, like why even have the damn dinner in the first place--especially after she made a big deal about moving forward with the renewed friendship? Of course, I say that as someone who is not on a reality show that needs drama to keep things going. Seriously!

Oh, thank you! I actually meant irrational ore about not being able to unsee it though. I have this problem with a lot of bad stuff; it really sticks, and it's maddening. (TMI alert: I'm working on this with a therapist.) I'm just glad I had on waterproof mascara that day.

Yeah, and why does it not seem to work for the eyebrow hairs one actually does wish would never grow back? Or other hair on our bodies? And furthermore, why is the hair I don't even want on my legs still as blond as it was when I was a child while I have to pay big bucks for the same privilege on my head?!