Why anyone would be sorry that you're having twins is beyond me. If YOU aren't sorry about something, why on Earth should they be sorry (and why should they assume you're sorry)?

I hate being touched, especially by people whom I don't know well. I had class with a guy who used to greet people with shoulder rubs and it was all I could do not to strangle him.

I have very, very, straight, limp, hair and people used to ask me often if I ironed it. It also sunbleaches badly and they wanted to know if I had tried to dye it blonde or if I'd used lemon juice or peroxide on it (I've never wanted blonde hair--I always wanted my mother's black hair and hated that mine goes brassy every summer). The implication was always that, whatever I had tried to do to it, I clearly didn't know what I was doing and had come close to ruining myself.

When I was in high school, this hair was very long (several inches below my waist) and everyone seemed to think they had the right to braid it or twist it up or, if I had it braided already, to pull the braids or twirl them around. One of the reasons I cut it was that it would get so badly tangled when people played with it.