The most pertinent lesson I have taken from my performing arts career is, when you need to cry, always cry in your car or in the bathroom (under your desk works OK in a pinch.) Nobody wants to see your splotchy tears and crying makes your face bloat. Then you’re bloated and vulnerable. It’s no good!
Well, you may be surprised to read that I have hypermobile hips, that pop exceedingly loudly when I stretch just right. I am currently holding a 100% response rate of “AHHHHH What was that?!?!?!” or equivalent.
Mayonnaise. I despise with a passion mayonnaise and everything about it, from the repulsive color to the putrid smell to the disgusting glopping sound it makes when you stick your knife into the jar. It’s an abomination to condiments. I mean, seriously, why on earth would anyone eat mayo when mustard exists?