Ice Queen
My first boyfriend called me "ice bitch" because I made decisions about him with the part of my brain that calculates and anticipates, and not the part of my brain that indulges in pointless pleasures (these two brain halves have since married and had lots of little halfling babies all of which deeply enjoy the kinds of pleasures that mostly require hard work). As a thinker and decision-maker, I rely heavily on instinct but never on emotion. Instinct consumes all the data I can feed it and in gratitude hones my superpower. Emotion gets really really bored and flips on my brain-media (basically any sound, image, or story retained by my capacious memory). It's the couch-potato of brain functions. So a thing is happening in my life. I like to include my couch-potato brain in everything I do because it clearly needs a bit of exercise. I mean, jumping to conclusions gets her off the couch, but she can't maintain it long enough for the real cardiovascular benefits. So I...