I thought it was about time to do one of these.
- I’m not much of a list maker.
- I’m hell with an spreadsheet, though.
- I’ve lived on another continent besides North America.
- I’ll probably die in the same city in which I was born.
- I’ve never lived alone.
- I have regrets both of the “damn, I wish I’d done that” and “I really wish I hadn’t done that” kind.
- They haunt me with equal regularity and power.
- I’ve smoked exactly one cigarette in my life.
- I was 7 years old when I did it.
- I’m technically still a virgin.
- Very little pisses me off more quickly than someone who spoils an event for the rest of the participants by being petulant.
- I’m mostly decaffeinated. This is not by choice.
- Coffee, caffeinated or otherwise, sometimes doesn’t like me.
- I used to have a sweet tooth that would grab you by the shirt front and demand sugar or your life.
- Portabello mushrooms really don’t like me.
- I have a life-long fear that I will puncture my esophagus with an improperly chewed potato chip and die.
- This has not stopped me from eating potato chips.
- My first major in college was computer science because I wanted to design games.
- I ended up with two degrees in film instead.
- I am an INTJ with strongly expressed INTP tendencies.
- I prefer dark chocolate to milk chocolate.
- I have no idea what the phrase “follow your bliss” is supposed to mean but I strongly suspect that I’m not doing it.
- I learned something when I read the book Eats, Shoots & Leaves.
- I don’t really much care for people as a group.
- Despite this, I find myself fascinated by them.
- Most of my friends live a hundred or more miles away.
- I’ve only met 30% of them in person.
- I don’t use the term friend capriciously.
- I’d really like it if I didn’t have to wear glasses any more.
- I’m half Italian and a quarter Irish. The other quarter depends on who you ask.
- My first ancestor in this country was, effectively, a slave.
- If I won the lottery I’d go right back to school to study all those things I didn’t have time for while I was busy getting my degrees.
- I’ve always wanted to be able to draw.
- I think the cell phone is the worst thing to happen to the urban dweller in the last 60 years.
- I’d rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable.
- I’m a news junkie.
- Until recently my idea of a fancy meal at home was eating the canned soup out of a bowl instead of right out of the cooking pot.
- If it involves flour, sugar, an oven, and other sundry ingredients, I’m all there.
- I sewed my shirt to the pattern of my final project in the sewing unit in my seventh grade home-economics class.
- I haven’t worn pajamas by choice since I was 12.
- I’d go barefoot all the time if I could.
- I’m keenly interested in the construction of gender.
- I’ve had an e-mail address for 19 years.
- I currently have ten.
- I’m conflicted about the Oxford comma.
- Blue is my favorite color.
- I generally prefer black and white photos.
- I question everyone’s motives, including my own.
- I’ve never owned a new car, and probably never will.
- I think Casablanca is the best movie ever made.
- I’ve had a library card since I was five.
1. There’s never any need to be conflicted about an Ocxord comma because, in a list, the comma takes the place of “and”. And “and and” makes no sense.
2. Gender and sex are not interchangeable terms. Nouns have a gender: people belong to either the male sex or the female sex. I accept that this division is being blurred all the time, but just because everyone else is doing it, it doesn’t make it right.
3. Really, who likes dark chocolate?
4. Capricious is a great word, don’t you think?
*Oxford* comma.
1) Your UK-centric English is showing [grin]
2) I’d argue that sex is biological (ie: the parts you’re born with) and gender is what your society tells you about that biology (ie: girls can’t do that; boys can only do this)
3) [waves hand] Me
4) Yes, that’s why I used it. It’s right up there spurious and onerous in the list of great words that are underused.
Definitely dark chocolate. Milk chocolate seems so spurious.
Um, (raising hand) then I’ll take all of your milk chocolate that you have laying around, since I guess you won’t be needing it….
21. As far as chocolate is concerned, the darker the better (but you can actually go too far with that… does anyone remember an early childhood experience with Baker’s Chocolate?)
42. I agree that gender is the socially constructed expression of sex. Has anyone really lookes at how random gender construstion was? for instance: if we look at skirts from just a physiological standpoint, they make much more sense for men to wear them… no more dressing left or right, just let it go where it wants.
34. Wrong, absolutely. Next time your car is broken down in a dangerous neighborhood at night, recall my words.
16. Having actually suffered a Mallory-Weiss tear of my esophagus, because of violent vomiting not a potato, tortilla or any other type of chip (so beware all you closet bulimics– there is more at stake than your enamel) , the esophagial tear is really not that bad. Other than sitting on a hospital bed, with an IV needle embedded in the crook of both forearms, having vague hallucinations of being Jesus giving the benediction to all before me in the emergency room. Really not that bad, even if I am an atheist.
10. Technically? Meaning the Catholic version of virginity? If so, then me too… regardless of all the man-made objects that have been put in there by myself or others.
48. Definitely.
> 21. As far as chocolate is concerned, the darker the better (but you can
> actually go too far with that… does anyone remember an early childhood
> experience with Baker’s Chocolate?)
<waves hand> That would be me. Still didn’t put me off dark chocolate, though. <grin>
> 42. I agree that gender is the socially constructed expression of sex. Has
> anyone really lookes at how random gender construstion was? for instance:
> if we look at skirts from just a physiological standpoint, they make much
> more sense for men to wear them… no more dressing left or right, just let
> it go where it wants.
Gender is both arbitrary and, often, hurtful. Well, that’s not true: how we apply gender roles is hurtful; the construction of gender is just freaking arbitrary. In the 15th century, for instance, men were often as wigged, perfumed, and dolled up as women, at least in certain classes.
> 34. Wrong, absolutely. Next time your car is broken down in a dangerous
> neighborhood at night, recall my words.
<grin> Next time you have to take that extra 45 seconds to figure out if that guy coming towards you on the sidewalk is talking to himself (and ergo crazy and possibly dangerous) or talking on a cell phone you remember mine. Trust me on this: in an urban environment my scenario occurs infinitely more frequently than yours.
> 16. Having actually suffered a Mallory-Weiss tear of my esophagus, because
> of violent vomiting not a potato, tortilla or any other type of chip (so
> beware all you closet bulimics– there is more at stake than your enamel) ,
> the esophagial tear is really not that bad. Other than sitting on a hospital
> bed, with an IV needle embedded in the crook of both forearms, having vague
> hallucinations of being Jesus giving the benediction to all before me in the
> emergency room. Really not that bad, even if I am an atheist.
Early childhood fears are often inexplicable. I think I was about 5 the first time I didn’t chew a potato chip correctly and ended up with it wedged in my throat. When you’re five, you think you’re gonna die. Little do you realize that there are infinitely worse things <grin>.
> 10. Technically? Meaning the Catholic version of virginity? If so, then me
> too… regardless of all the man-made objects that have been put in there by
> myself or others.
<laugh> Yes, the Catholic with a big C version.
> 48. Definitely.
I’m just happy I’ve gone from “doubt” to “question.” I think it shows growing maturity.
If it’s any consolation, in 8th grade home ec, I sewed the armhole facing on backwards three times (each time thinking seriously about how to do it correctly) before folding the unfinished shift neatly and leaving it by the locked home ec room door. Just so you know you have company in this matter.