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Seems I was a bit too crabby in my last post and quite a number of readers found me to be the rude mommy in that one. Many felt I was being unfairly judgmental of the mom in my anecdote and maybe I was. Certainly it wouldn't be the first time Crabmommy had a seriously crabby opinion of something others see as perfectly fine.

To recap, from my POV the mom in the grocery checkout line didn't appear flustered when I complimented her child. In tone and expression, her response conveyed smugness to me and I found it off-putting and familiar. Apparently a number of us have encountered the smugmommy phenomenon, which can best be described as the mother who seems unaware that there are others around her and other children that exist in the world. Maybe this mom is truly one of them, or maybe she just didn't know how to handle a stranger's warmth. Either way, learning how to be gracious about one's children surely merits discussing on a mom-blog, and I'm pleased to report that even the

Today I went to lunch with E and two of his former co-workers. It was a last-minute thing--our breaks tend not to sync up, but I had some free time and I grabbed it and went running out the door, even though I had just eaten lunch at my desk and was stuffed all the way full. But I did not care, because I was very pleased to get to spend a lunch hour with my fellow, and to get out of the office for a few split seconds because my eyes were crossing from looking at white papers and sell sheets and PowerPoint presentations.

This is important: his two former coworkers were both small women; one is petite and pregnant, and the other is the sort of slim that comes from just having a small build, being lanky and long in the limbs. We went to a wonderful, terrifying-looking old-fashioned burger joint. They ordered burgers, fries, onion rings, diet sodas, a chocolate shake, and I was very jealous. They said, "You're not eating! Oh my God, I ordered so much food!" and they laughed. They said,

I have a friend who flies 3,000 miles--from San Francisco to New York--to get her hair cut. Granted, it's never the sole reason for her trip, but the point is her loyalty to the salon (Devachan, which specializes in curly hair) is unswerving.

My mother exhibits a different version of hair loyalty; she followed her favorite stylist--a sassy woman who rocked tribal tattoos and a Kool-Aid-colored Annie Lennox buzz--to every dubiously named salon she moved to: 'Tique, BB & Redheads, Bellissime, Elixir ...

I myself have total and complete faith in the not-cheap-but-unbelievably-worth-it Kattia Solano, who runs the Butterfly Studio in Manhattan. Thankfully she's only a 15-minute subway ride from my house--but seeing as how I only need to see her every six months (the cuts are that good), I'd travel a heck of a lot further if I had to.

So, my question to you: What stylist would YOU travel across the country to get to? If it's a Supercuts in Toledo, all the better--we're all

Though there are far more important things to think about and put my energy into, I've been pathetically fixated on a small retail calamity that occurred last week. I lost a dress that I really, really wanted on eBay. It was a black, gorgeously tailored, cowlneck sweater dress that looked seriously expensive but was actually super-cheap (it eventually sold for $26; I'd bid up to $25. D'oh!). I had, as usual, pinned all sorts of style hopes on this piece: My new dress and I were going to attend parties and special lunches and an array of cold-weather events all through the season. When I lost it on Thursday, I was actually bummed for the rest of the afternoon, like a kid who lost her favorite toy. Anyway, I went to H&M on Saturday and there it was, almost the exact same shape in black, except lighter-weight, almost crochet, and not (I imagine) as itchy--and for $30. Though you can't purchase this item online, trust me, it's there. You can also choose gray or light purple.

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You've got a first name, a last name, and a nickname, but do you have a name for your genitals?

Speaking of nether-regions, what are your favorite and least favorite terms for a penis?

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Hi Dr. Kate,

I was recently diagnosed with Trichomoniasis. My doctor gave me medication and it went away. I read in the pamphlet thing that came with the meds that it is an STD. Me and my partner are monogamous so how would I get an STD? My boyfriend had also recently been tested and all came out negative. Could that be because it is hard to detect? I had to go to the doctor twice before they got it right. I trust him that he isn't sleeping with any one else but contracting an STD makes me a little confused.

Triched

Yes, trich is sexually transmitted, but it's not an infection that many docs routinely screen for. And it's rare that men are tested for it at all, unless they specifically ask (so your boyfriend was most likely not tested for it). So it's possible that you've had the infection for months or years -- since before your current guy -- or that HE's had it for months or years -- since before he met you. Testing positive for an STD doesn't

Model Gisele Bundchen is one of the most gorgeous women ever in the history of the world and doesn't exactly need help looking hot. But there's a secret she uses to make her appear just a little more seductive (if that's even possible) that's so simple and easy that every single one of us can start doing right this second!

She plays with her hair. Seriously, that's it.

While looking through pictures taken of her on the set of a Black Cowboy music video (has anyone heard of them?), I noticed that in about half of them, she's fiddling with her locks--unning her fingers through them, twirling the ends and tossing her head around. So I consulted The Nonverbal Dictionary of Gestures, Signs & Body Language Cues and found that this is called "hair preening" and it's a sign of flirtation that makes the boys come a-runnin'. (Check out what other flirtatious moves real-life couples put on each other.)

I can't say it's shocking--when 'm in the presence of a dreamy guy, I instinctively

The most convenient way to exercise is to do it in your house, as it turns out. You can roll out of bed and stumble over to the DVD player and punch the play button. And then, you can flail all you like without the world judging you and finding you wanting some kind of grace and maybe a little dignity. Your pets will judge you, but you will not care, because of the joy you will take in the absolute freedom of more or less total privacy. Work out at home (naked or not) with these effective workout videos!

The problem with total freedom is that total freedom turns out to be that little things like pants cease to matter. You will pull on a sports bra, because your bosoms ought to be protected from the things that aerobics will do to them, and you might even put sneakers on, to cushion your knees and make it a little easier to jump around for just a little bit longer. But why should you put on anything else, really? You'll overheat, if you're wearing pants, and what's the point of a top