I'm going to be honest with you, Internet, because this feels like a safe place to share my darkest and most shameful secrets: I was a horse girl growing up. Now you might be thinking, "Oh, so you ...

The proudest moment of my glasses-clad, braided-pigtailed childhood was when the pony handler at the Oregon fairgrounds asked me if I rode regularly because I mounted so well. I smiled shyly, but ...