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Does anyone else find the little leprechaun thing for the Question of the Day really, really creepy looking?  Maybe it's that I'm reading Rob Thurman's Roadkill and, thus, am now suspicious of any mythical creature - nah, I think it's just generally creepy as all get out.

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And so this is adulthood to me: emerging from those self-conscious years to find that people aren't looking at me as much as I had feared (or, perhaps, secretly hoped) they were.  In fact, I am - we all are - both horribly and wonderfully anonymous in this world.


From a very well-written article by Andrea Avery in the latest Real Simple magazine that talks about her body image (as she was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at the age of 12) throughout the years.  I don't think we're completely anonymous as there are people who will see and, perhaps, mock but I think it's an interesting statement to mull over.  (If you read it, it's in the Life Lessons section, called 'Beauty in Motion').