I like that I have songs titled Monday, Monday Monday, and Monday Monday Monday.

[mmmrorschach]

Ah, another tennis major championship, another mini-crush on Mary Carillo (and bonus mini-crush on Sam Stosur). I had never noticed that at the U.S. Open, when the chair umpire wants the crowd to quiet down he says "Please" into the microphone in an authoritative tone of voice. However, at Wimbledon, the umpire says "Thank you" instead, but in the

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[waitingonsunday]

I can't stop laughing at the Cookie Monster gif.

Even as a girl, I feel weird when I pass the Victoria's Secret at the mall. I actually dared to go in once and walked around with my face burning. I was feeling really self-conscious because I am not a particularly attractive or busty girl and I was imagining people looking at me and thinking, "Chyeah, like anyone wants to see you in that." By the time I left, I realized no one was paying attention or actually gave a crap, and the salespeople were really nice. And there was someone worse off than me, one, solitary guy, who was standing in the corner, obviously trying to find a place to settle his gaze that could be deemed inoffensive. But, yeah, those stores make me feel weird.

[mmmrorschach]

I know, huh. I can only hope that at some point in my life I will be that overjoyed.

I've never had an excuse to wander into a Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood, but yeah, I would be that guy you mentioned with my head on a swivel trying to avoid landing on something. I'd feel like if I stared at something for too long then I might as well have reached out and felt the fabric between my fingers, and then a salesperson would zoom over and try to be way too helpful. I'd probably just walk around and look up at the ceiling like a blind man.

[aperfectsong]

Kind of makes me feel bad for making my boyfriend come with me into Victoria's Secret and then sit alone outside the fitting room while I tried on bras for 20 minutes. I guess I'm kind of a jerk.

[mmmrorschach]

You might as well have poured itching powder down the back of his shirt for how fidgety and uncomfortable you probably made him feel. It's alright, though. He can handle it.

[adam_0oo]

Word, knowing where to look in lingerie stores is an issue.

[grrgoyl]

You sound a bit like me -- I have absolutely no interest in sports, so when they're on (Tery unfortunately is a fanatic, watches all of them) I find myself focusing on tiny details like the ones you mentioned. I find the grunting and shrieking in tennis enormously distracting -- she assures me they're an essential component. And I find the pre-gama haka in rugby pretty much the only thing worth watching in the whole game.

[mmmrorschach]

When I played tennis in high school I only found it distracting if my opponent wasn't consistent with the noises they made. If they had been grunting the entire match and then just one time they didn't make a peep when they hit the ball back, it would totally throw me off. I only notice background stuff in between points. While a point is going on, my eyesight is narrowed on the little green ball. There could be a bull rampaging through the stands and I wouldn't notice until it gored one of the players and they didn't hit the ball back.

I've watched one rugby match in my entire life and all I could decide was that it seemed like the game was basically the world's longest punt return, but now you're telling me I missed the best part?

[grrgoyl]

See, I couldn't care less what the ball is doing in any game. Nor can I understand why so many people attribute so much importance to it.

Unless it was a New Zealand game, you didn't miss anything. I think it's only NZ teams that do it, continuing their proud Maori traditions. More than enough vids on YouTube that you don't have to sit through any games. Like this one from the most famous team, the All-Blacks. Pity those poor Irish bastards:

[mmmrorschach]

And that's the moment when all the storefront mannequins would shake themselves loose from their tortured poses, step through the windows, and start walking towards me with faces empty of intent. Hopefully I'll wake up before before they start dressing me in their outfits. That wouldn't be funny.

[escent]

Lingerie stores make me feel awkward.

Except aerie. They're not as overtly IN YOUR FACE about it, probably since they're aimed more at teens than anything? (I would assume, by the lack of overtly sexy underwears and the smaller sizes.)

[mmmrorschach]

Yeah, I hate pretty much anything that can be described as In Your Face. I don't mean that lingerie stores have to be discreet about what they sell and hand you your purchases in a brown paper sack, but I don't think they need to paint the entire store pink and have elaborate displays of women dressed in the sheerest of underwear and the peacockiest angel wings.