@nonvolleyball: Every single year from high school through the end of college, on the first day after each semester ended, I would set my alarm for something like 7am (SO EARLY... back then. Oh, adulthood.) simply for the pleasure of turning it off, literally giving it the finger and saying "fuck you, alarm!", and rolling over. It was often a top highlight of winter and summer vacations.
I wonder where he's coming from when he says it would be "deceptive" in a sense to be a Catholic clergyman. Granted, seminaries are tightening down the hatches when it comes to admitting openly gay men, but I imagine it's still done. As he says, the key is celibacy, which is the gold standard for ANY un-Church-married person, gay or straight.
UGH I don't know why it's not showing up, and of course I already deleted the primary link from my email. Groupon's being really slow but if you go to Groupon Goods and search for leggings you should be able to find it!
@RebeccaKW I went to private school! I had to wear SKIRTS! Skirts and hairy legs. I spent recess wishing I could crawl under the mulch and just hide... at least that's how I spent the recesses that I didn't spend singing Sound of Music numbers or playing Star Wars with my elementary-school best friend.
@StandardTuber Thank you! So far I have found that to be the case, and "fuck the haters" is my new motto for the back half of 2013. :)
@RNL Yup stubble everywhere. It's driving me crazy, but for the last year or two now it's been at least half the reason I haven't let the hair grow back. It's winter, so I'm wearing sweaters more often, so it seems a good a time as any to try it.
Although today I am wearing a shirt with short sleeves and I'm super self-conscious because tonight I am seeing (1) an ex-boyfriend AND (2) my Ex's (capital E) college roommate, who ergo was essentially MY college roommate plus I had a minor crush on him. So. Tonight's gonna be weird and I'm going to wish I had waited to grow them out, but YOLO I guess.
@StandardTuber Sure! Ever since I started sprouting real body hair (as opposed to baby fuzz) I felt self-conscious; I had dark, coarse hair - for a white girl, anyway. My mother wouldn't allow me to shave my legs until I was 12, and it was mortifying and I was teased. (There was never any logical reason given, and my mother - who adopted me - has virtually no hair, anywhere on her body, so she has no idea of my travails.) One of my biggest pre-adolescent rebellions was when my parents went to Vegas for a weekend and, while staying with neighbors, I read the Book of Mormon and shaved my legs up to the knee with a disposable Bic.
At the very beginning of 10th grade, my tiny high school took everyone on a pre-school-year weeklong retreat up in the mountains. My best friend and I were taking showers in adjacent stalls when I mentioned something about how hairy my arms were, and she offhandedly said "oh I shave my arms!" Right then and there I shaved mine as well and I LOVED it. I still feel uncomfortable with letting them grow back, and I really hope they aren't as hairy now as I remember them being.
I am still learning to accept my arm hair... I have shaved it faithfully every couple of days since I was 15, and just 2-3 weeks ago (at age 27.5) decided to put down the razor and see where it goes from here. It is awkward and weird but I am trying.
@Hot Doom They are miracles. They are like big warm hugs for your entire lower body. They are the highlight of my evenings... going from pants or skirts/tights into these babies is just heaven.
I. Am. Obsessed.