@frigwiggin I had one of my big toenails permanently removed in high school. Nail beds are LOADED with nerve endings so stubbing or bumping my toe during the healing process was really painful. Shortly after the procedure, some friends and I were standing in line somewhere, chatting away, when I suddenly yelped in pain. My little brother, who was with us, had crouched down and poked my bandage because he was genuinely curious as to what would happen. "What the hell did you think was going to happen!?" Who pokes a fresh wound?
@H.E. Ladypants I love you so much for that. Also Jane Marie for invoking Brak in the first place.
I'm missing something here. What do polyamory and trust issues have to do with one another? Or with the content of the article, for that matter?
@rbrtposteschild The only movie ever shown at my friends' marine bio student movie nights was Finding Nemo. I was surprisingly okay with that.
@Ellie Oh man, have you ever seen Valley Girl? Josie Cotton sings that song at the prom at the end and it is the cutest guilty pleasure high school romance movie ever. That movie gives me 100 crushes on teen(?) Nicholas Cage.
@punkahontas Stock up, because OCNJ is a dry town!
@The Kendragon Follicular mites! FACE PETS!
@Ellie Bailey@twitter Everyone has their own comfort levels for their own reasons. My ex, who until recently spent his entire life in Philadelphia, would be perfectly comfortable strolling through sketchier parts of the city but then get really nervous in super sparsely-populated areas. His rationale was that in the country, where it's dark at night and there are trees and such, you never know where some wacko could be hiding, waiting to attack you. And with no houses or passersby, there would be no one to come to your aid or call 911. This is no more uncommon for people who grow up in cities than it is for people who grow up in suburbs or the sticks to be afraid that cities are exactly as they're portrayed on the news or shows like CSI.
@maybe partying will help If I ever do have the time or money to get into roller derby, I'll be Tommie Destroyer. My jersey number will be 2112 but you have to think outside of the American Literature box to get that one.
One of the best derby names I've heard of is that of a friend of mine, who goes by Arson Crafts.