I like banana pudding, but everything else banana flavored is gross. Wait, are candy circus peanuts banana flavored? I get a craving for those every 3 years or so.
Now I’m torn, maybe I dislike apple flavoring more because Jolly Ranchers are the only apple flavor I can think of I like.
I like banana bread and banana muffins. Real banana please.
I am even more picky, banana-wise. I am famous for making rolfing noises for anything banana, except an occasional fresh banana (of which I eat maybe 2 a year).
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Most of my sex education came through my Aunt, who is thirteen years older than me and at the time like a cool, single, older sister. The discussion was pretty organic with her and her friends as we frequently watched Madonna videos or heard raunchy song lyrics. They shielded me from that stuff until I was 13 and after that it was fair game, and they just explained anything I asked about. I also had a ton of gay friends in high school who were NOT shy about their sex lives. At the time, I was a devout Christian who even wore a chastity ring, but my curiosity about these things led to my best friend nicknaming me the Virgin Nympho. I’m glad I had people in my life to be frank with me, not just about the mechanics of sex, but how sexual relationships outside the mainstream were okay too. But it wasn’t just One Talk, it was more gathering cumulative knowledge as I got older.
As a result I am extremely open minded about sex, definitely more so than many people I know. Among consenting adults where there is an equal power relationship, I say anything goes. None of my business, unless you want to share, and then it’s just like any other conversation, I really don’t think any subject should be taboo.
I have described my sex edumacation elsewhere here: when I was in 3rd grade, my parents stationed me before and after school (because they both worked) at a home in the area, 2 blocks from the school, where a Golden-like-Book, A Baby is Born, lay on the coffee table, inviting me to read it, which I did.
Though providing detailed anatomical drawings and info, the book described copulation a little too carefully (“the husband and wife lie very close together and the sperm passes from him to her,” or somesuch), so my tender sensitivities were not harmed, but my imagination, well, it got weird.
Also, I was treated to a younger child of the opposite sex running into the living room to provide me with genital exposure – I am not sure whether that was ad libbed or directed.
I’m not.
If you’re talking about the dessert with sliced bananas and vanilla wafers, that’s not banana flavored. The pudding is vanilla.
Not with real banana pudding.
I’ve only had it with vanilla pudding. That was the recipe on Vanilla (not 'nilla) Wafers box back in the 50s. I imagine things have changed with time.
I don’t think I’d like it with banana pudding.
Eww, no. I don’t want actual bananas in a dessert. I’m talking about banana flavored pudding.
Banana Foster is quite delicious
While people of any gender shouldn’t have to be afraid to accurately say their age and/or weight when it’s a reasonable question, they should also not have to be afraid to tell the questioner that it’s none of their business in cases in which it’s irrelevant and none of their business.
So I voted ‘positive’; but I’d also vote ‘positive’ for the person who answers “MYOB” in some form or other, presuming that that answer is also accurate.
I was talking to someone at work once and she mentioned her advancing age, and I said “wait, how old are you??” and then “oops, never mind, that’s not a polite question,” and she said “no, no, it’s okay, YOU’RE SO MUCH OLDER THAN ME THAT IT DOESN’T MATTER. I’m 37.”
I was 49 at the time. 
I’ve only once been asked my age by a stranger. It was at a convention where i was one of the younger participants, and a couple stopped me in the hall and asked, saying that they were wondering, and had guessed differently.
I was ten years older than the older of the two guesses. That was before my hair went gray. Anyway, i answered honestly and directly, then told all my friends about the weird, rude couple who asked me.
I’ve never been asked my weight by a stranger. I’ve offered it to the lady trying to help me pick out clothes at the mall. I’m trying to think how it might come up with someone i didn’t know that wasn’t totally weird. I’d probably answer. With my weight, but i think the “right” answer is probably to refuse to do so.
Weight: Honest answer is “i don’t know”.
Age: Depends who’s asking and how mischievous i’m feeling.
Exactly this. As to my age, I am 29 and have celebrated my 29th birthday more times than all my other birthdays combined.
I used to answer “Old enough to know better, but young enough to still try.”
Now, it’s just “Old enough to know better.” 
All of those “other” answers mean “it depends on the rest of the conversation and the rest of the surrounding circumstances.”
My younger sister loves candy corn. I don’t hate them, but I wouldn’t go out of my way (like walking into an adjoining room) to get any.
All our coffee mugs hang on hooks under the cabinets by the coffeemaker. Glassware sit in the cabinets.
“How old are you?”
“Too.”