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My husband and I stumbled across that article a few days ago, and it cracked us up! Sure, it's a beautiful fantasy world, but I can't imagine getting so caught up in the fantasy that you sink into a depression!

The church has never made me feel inferior or oppressed as a woman. When I do feel that way it's because of society, when I don't look or dress a certain way. Not the church.

I talked about it with my husband after we got engaged, in a respectful and appropriate manner; just discussing expectations and the like. I don't see anything wrong with that.

Personally, I find it more comfortable to wear my garments under my bra!

In high school, we had a spirit in our house. We had the bishop (and I think one other leader - can't remember who) come in. They had us open every door and they gave a loud prayer, asking the spirit to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. We also have the power to revoke evil spirits ourselves. Sometimes we need to get a leader, like in the above story, but we can do it on our own. When I was a child, my uncle stayed with us while he was getting involved in a cult. It made our house very contentious and everyone consantly fought. One day, my mom was doing dishes when an evil spirit manifested itself. (Not visually, but anyone who has felt evil knows what I'm talking about.) She went to the bedroom, knelt down, raised her arm to the square and ordered the spirit to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. It did. I also knew a bishop who did an exorcism, but he didn't give any details.

On several occasions, I've heard of parents that duct-tape the diaper!

I'm thrilled! This should be a great season.

A friend and I once smuggled two Arby's meals into a theater. They don't allow outside food or drink in an attempt to make you purchase their insanely priced concessions!

I'm quite busty, and I hate the tops with the "boob pockets." The ones without the pockets (I think they're called chemises) fit nicely under my bra and I can adjust it however I want.

Nothing super special... we ate in the temple cafeteria and then my fiance (now husband) went to get our marriage license. The endowment was the memorable part, not the rest of the day!

I married a guy who had made some mistakes. By the time we met, he was already active in the church again and had sincerely repented. If I expect to be forgiven for my sins, how can I judge someone and say he's "not good enough" for me even though God has forgiven him?

If my husband had an affair, I absolutely would want to know who it was with. Part of showing repentance and regret and building up trust again is coming clean with everything, and that includes her identity. If he refused to tell me, I would only be even more suspicious and wonder what he was hiding. And yes, I would want to tell the husband of the woman he cheated with. I couldn't, in good conscience, let them go on with their marriage, unaware of what their spouse had done. I would want someone to do the same for me.

That show is like a trainwreck; you just can't look away. I can't imagine living in such filth. But at the same time, I can understand that it's difficult to throw away sentimental items. The episodes that stand out in my mind is one with the dead cats all over the house (so sad,) the one where the goats were eating the walls, and the one where the lady strapped herself onto the toilet every day.

I don't think I'd want to date someone who thought so highly of themselves, they'd join that site. No amount of good looks can make up for that kind of arrogance and shallowness!

Recently I saw a lifted truck with a sticker that said "Lifted: Fat Chicks Can't Jump." The driver wasn't exactly svelte himself!

I wish my mother had forced me to go to seminary! The extra spiritual boost probably would've prevented me from making some mistakes.

It was no Oscar winner, but I enjoyed it. Beautiful visuals (I saw it in 3-D,) sort of weak script, but entertaining.

Dear Girl with Huge Sunglasses and Fake Tan, Thanks for almost running me over with your VW Bug. I know texting is more important than watching where you're going! I really appreciate your dedication to your cellphone and your desire to speed through a parking lot. I also loved the look of disgust you gave me for daring to use the crosswalk. Apologies for the inconvenience!

Others have offered advice already, but I just wanted to say that I know how you feel. I was an "unusual" teenager and, like you, didn't fit in with the other YW. Many of us have been there, and it doesn't last forever!

I used to try to defend the church and educate people if they said something incorrect; but most of the time, they were combative and belligerent and very set in their own opinion. The whole thing was pointless and would just upset me. Now, I try to avoid it.

My in-laws are the opposite - they are extremely distant and uninterested. On one hand, it's saddening because I always hoped I'd gain a new family when I married. On the other hand, at least I don't have the meddling, nosy, clingy in-laws you see in the movies!

A nightstand! I've been wanting one for ages, and my husband got me the perfect one as a surprise.

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I'm sure it's different for everyone, but I'm a women's size 8 and I wear an extra-small garment top. Odd!

When my little brother was about five, he used to love dressing up in my sparkly ballet costumes. One year he asked for a babydoll for Christmas, and my parents got one and he often played with it. He's seventeen now, and is obsessed with war and weapons and wants to be a Marine. Obviously the "girly" stuff didn't affect him!