I love some spicy food, oh yeah.

Music and movement, dancing can feel like a drug.

Migraine is worse. Go to bed without headache, wake up with splitting headache. Unfortunately relaxation tis a common migraine trigger.

People will always drive at the speed that feels safe and comfortable, which, because we made roads safe and comfortable for cars, is higher than the posted speed limits almost everywhere.

So say a road here is 35 because there are crosswalks, pedestrians on sidewalks, businesses with cars pulling out. Unless the city makes it feel like a 35 mph road, that's not gonna happen. Speed bumps, narrower lanes, things like that work better. Usually cops don't ticket for 5 over unless it's a school zone at school beginning or end time.

It's not just speed limits. Pay toilets never worked here because people who paid, I would jam the lock so the next person didn't have to. We just aren't the most rule-following place in general.

You don't need to prove anything, women come in all shapes and sizes but yes that's curvier than I am at that size. I would say now (after menopause) I have hips but not a waist if that makes sense. Ribcage straight up & down. Nice wide-ish shoulders though, I like them, gives me an "elongated athletic" sort of look.

I don't actually know any women, of any variety, who are absolutely satisfied with their body shape. I guess it's normal and womanly to be critical like that even though it's not good. Men, I do know plenty who think they are perfect or plenty good enough whether they are or not.

Loved is an external condition. You can still love even if you think you aren't loved. Can still do pretty much anything.

There's sort of no point to anything anyway, why not just have a good time and be nice to people?

That is an overstatement for sure, a dry wine might be 20% at most, but yes, either more sugar has fermented to alcohol or there just wasn't so much to begin with.

If white wines could be categorized like on a scale from sweetened fizzy grape juice to juicy lemonade to LaCroix, I like the ones on the LaCroix side. Not dry like sour but dry like spare, elegant. Less concentrated everything. Some Sauvignon Blanc is like that.

Red I like complex but absolutely not sweet and not necessarily strong. Not savory either. Langhe Nebbiolo or Valpolicella have been pretty reliable for me.

Bwahaha. The whole idea of "birthing hips" is nonsense anyway. I was very slim through the hips, what was called back then a 'boyish' figure, just straight up and down, yes? Popped out 10 pound babies and btw nursed them no problem with my very small boobs too. Midwife explained it as "exterior hip measurement has nothing to do with interior pelvic dimensions."

I agree with OP, a live act should have a commitment to entertaining people. To me that is the difference between a good and bad live band. So the best live show I ever saw was Fela, and not because the band was tight, though it was. He brought a corps of African dancers, a full horn section, and the best performance I have ever seen. Worst was REM when they were starting out (I didn't go see them after that) and Young the Giant when they were starting out (they got so much better later, we saw them again and it was such a good show). Because they just sort of stood there. Hayes Carll and Paul Thorn are great to see live because they tell stories and are really funny. J Roddy Walston won our hearts the first time we saw them, ginger madman at the piano.

Recorded music is art but live music is performance art and entertainment. I don't think it's reasonable to say that because a band sounds great live, that makes it a good performance. That's a baseline (ha) not a goal.

Tool, the singer is known for being actively hostile to performing. A good sound and a dull show does still mean it's a sucky performance, I think.

I don't like performing either, but when my belly dance teacher dragged me along with her to paid gigs (because I could dance) you better believe I engaged with the audience, that IS the job, and that audience generally didn't even pay to be there. She said stage fright was selfishness - that your job was to give a performance, that it was about giving something to the audience, not being perfect - she would say it's not about us it's about them. If that is true dancing for a party, it's a hundred times more true for an act people paid a hundred dollars to see.

I refuse Tylenol because it does nothing for pain and just makes me feel vaguely nauseous. It's worse than nothing, in my experience. So no.

I don't have a fear of snakes, and no, they can be right next to me and I don't notice.

Most "water moccasins" are other black water snakes, rattlesnake won't bother you, it will run away. We just don't have any snakes where I live that are both venomous and aggressive. No cobras, no mambas nothing like that.

I was working in the yard once and a hawk was watching me. He saw the snake I did not, swooped down, grabbed it, and flew up onto the fence next to me, then ate the snake quite dramatically right in front of me. That's how clueless I am about them. I do like to see them in the yard, but they usually hide.

How is that Grassoti?

It would not occur to me to buy olive brine, we end up with so much pickle brine, olive brine, jalapeno brine in my house.

That's a lovely picture, the way the light is coming through the glass looks so good.

I never really got carded, even when underage.

One time, coming through the line at a Target, the cashier said he needed to see my ID. I was maybe 45 I think, and was not buying alcohol so was extremely confused. I said "why?" And he said "Fireworks."

I was buying those sparkler sticks for my little kids - he had to scan my ID to prove I was over 18 so that I could buy something I was about to legally hand to a 5 year old.