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Oh, STFU. Really.

You have the right to wear whatever the hell you want. No one is going to nick you for wearing a dirndl, kilt, sarong, muumuu, whatever. Amelia Bloomer is tsking you from the grave. THIS IS A NON-ISSUE. I've seen regular guys in skirts on occasion and it didn't faze me anymore than the novelty of seeing a man in a blazer, tie, and Bermuda shorts heading to work.

Still, that one guy does have nice legs.

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I hate flying. It's claustrophobic and noisy and uncomfortable and the air is bad. On a train, at least, you can get up and walk around without some air waitress telling you to sit down and buckle up. Still, I recognize flying as a necessary evil in these times, and I do my best to dope myself up and deal with it.

But if I had been on this flight, I would never fly again. Ever. I can't imagine anything more harrowing. I could deal with a hijacking before something like that. Fucking hell, the captain is behind a bulletproof door, and who the hell knows what he's going to do? He could fly into a mountain! What the hell does he care, he's "SAVED"!

I wouldn't have to fake a heart attack to bring about an emergency landing. I'd actually HAVE one. As well as leave brown stains on the seat. And puke on the tray table.

And I would wait until the pilot debarked and SLAP HIM CROSSEYED.

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The snow has formed a thick icy crust on the surface.

J.: [marching around] "Lookit me, I'm Legolas!"
Me: [grumbles something]
J.: "What?"
Me: "I said, IF ONLY."