Questions

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Does Gary Oldman stare at his neck wattle in the mirror?

Why does washing dishes, wiping kitchen surfaces, and taking out the rubbish make me feel so calm and accomplished?

Are men not embarrassed leaving their pubic hairs on the toilet seat?

Why are northern English accents so comic?

Should I get as much Botox as I can afford, or should I let my face age as it will?

Why do I love the name Ingeborg?

What is the etiquette for telling a man his fly is open?

Should I lean in to my actual interests and personality, or should I try to be normal?

What would it feel like to have a lifestyle where “money is no object”?

Why can male actors age and still have lucrative careers while their female costars have to spend enormous amounts of time and money on their appearance to be employable? 

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