I don’t know what to tell you. I decided one day that I didn’t want to like them anymore, and then I didn’t enjoy them enough to eat them from then on.

I knew it wasn’t good for me to start, I just used to enjoy them through the guilt until I made the conscious decision not to like them.

I decided not to like gummy bears anymore because I was eating too much of them, and since then they always taste flat. I’ve got Debby Downer powers like Britta.

I fucking LOVE dancing! I do contra, which is a very spinny partner dance (that means eye contact is useful against vertigo, so it’s harder for you and your partner if you don’t make it). My first time, they told us about the ear trick, which is just looking at their ear, to avoid discomfort while still providing a balance point.

Contra also got me more comfortable with physical touch from strangers, because it’s got very firm rules about how and when to touch, so there were no surprises. I 100% hyper focused on it, and people were only excited that a young person was showing so much interest. They also have a long history of gender neutral dances :)

It looks like the illustrations for Scary Stories to Read in the Dark

That’s why it shouldn’t be a legal requirement. If people hear that your parents mistreated you and still think poorly of you, that’s a person you don’t want in your life.

You don’t have to be suicidal to jump on a grenade

With severe burns, that won’t be true for likely several years, maybe never.

Some people are, though, and it’s not a moral failing.

That early doesn’t have a huge impact, and it’s not universal, but many people lose a taste for alcohol around the time it would start to affect the fetus in a big way.

There’s also no evidence that horseshoe crabs have individual names and understand the concept of evolution.

I sometimes have medium length nails (3-5 mm past the fingertip), though I tend to just grow my own out, and I do it entirely for myself. I have a bunch of different kinds of nail polish and stencils for making cool patterns and it satisfies my inner elementary school librarian urge to dress up for even very minor holidays.

People have come up to me and told me that my nails are too long for them to find attractive, which is a bizarre non sequitur imo. I don’t know why the assumption is that any self-decoration is intended as a sexual signal: my ideal nail-based interaction is that a little kid asks about them and I get to tell them about Arbor Day or national soup day or something.

Sometimes they make life more difficult, and then I either find workarounds (opening pull tabs with a spoon, for example) or cut them, depending on how much time I have and how much I like my current nails.

I get that they’re not for everyone, but I like them, so I wear them. It’s okay if others don’t like them, they don’t have to wear them.