[Prudence]

I don't actually embarrass that easily - or, rather, mine aren't the usual triggers. So I can't think of any embarrassing purchases or sexual experience. Or dates, for that matter. And my closet's no great shakes, but there's nothing I'd hide under the bed if company came over.

There are some music items I still own that *should* embarrass me, but regrettably do not. I believe I've already disclosed my high school passion for buttrock hair bands. Hairspray, glitter scarves, stretch jeans - and bonus points for an astoundingly unattractive lead singer. I still have all my cassettes and I can't bear to part with them. I mean, how many people do you know who bought not one but TWO copies of Cinderella's Long Cold Winter? Because the first one broke, that's why. And now I'll have Gypsy Road stuck in my head for the rest of the day.