Damn time limit on edit - I would have caught it but I had to pipette some samples for a time course.
We found that pretty straightforward: it is fine and healthy for you to play with your penis. But that is a personal thing you do in the privacy of your room.
One thing you notice growing up in a nudist club is that boys from the time they came walk will wander around holding their penis. Not so much playing with it, holding. Like a security blanket.
It took me a while to work out whether you were speaking metaphorically or not.
That occurred to me and it marks just how wonderfully your metaphor was written.
Gardasil’s already getting a taste of that treatment.
I always thought that sounded like a mouthwash.
Does it actually taste disgusting to you, or are you too off-put to touch it in the first place? I had a bunch of unfortunate-association-based food squicks as a kid, but I’ve pretty much overcome them all, largely because they were common enough foods that I didn’t really have a choice.
It's the smell that throws me. And since smell is such a hard-wired sense it's a difficult one to break - even though I know it's completely based in conditioning.
It also means that while chocolate bars etc are disgusting, even white chocolate which has no cocoa, things like Mexican Mole are delicious, and Milo is just fine.
I'm sure if I had the motivation I could break the association but it really doesn't limit my food very much at all.
So this has been a family tradition, handed from father to son, to associate chocolate with poo?
Well one very good reason for me to not have children is my incredible temptation to mess with their brains ... because you can. So no, not a family tradition.
I should note that my aversion to chocolate makes my reading of Max's wonderful metaphor really interesting.
but, basically, chocolate. Mmm, chocolate.
*dies* Have we linked to the chocolate manifesto here before
I have two older brothers. My father who loved his chocolate noted that as my brothers grew older he got less chocolate. So when I came along my father took action and convinced his two year old son that chocolate was made from poos.
On the plus side I did seem to get fewer pimples than my brothers and my wife has no competition for the chocolate. And I have have absolute proof that you can teach a two year old pretty much anything you want. However, getting restaurants to stop squirting that disgusting dark brown stuff over their dessert creations can be difficult.
(the Museum Hotel) complaining it was less full than usual
Yeah that could be the appalling service, I particularly liked the way the concierge refused to talk to my wife who, made the booking, drove the car, and was trying to pay ... but no, all his questions were addressed to me and he actively ignored her when she spoke. It was a nice location but I'll never go back there.
Well Charles did have a pony tail for a while!
All that science training wasn't wasted, then? :)
Well from the perspective of learning to write confusing and ultimately pointless documents, no not at all.
And while I do get paid well enough now jeez I could have made much more money elsewhere, so yes wasted.
It's been fun though, except for the bits that weren't fun, and interesting, apart from the repetitive boring bits.
However, considering the data obtained thus far and after and exhaustive literature survey, I'm not sure.