Ever since discovering my atheism, I’ve been on a “THIS IS ALL I GET SO I’D BETTER NOT MISS ANYTHING!” kick. Clearly, “MUST NOT DIE WITHOUT EXPERIENCING MY ARMPIT HAIR” is a logical extension of the axiom.

This is how you get all those scary hairy atheist feminists. Just in case you were wondering.

Oddly enough, the urgent contemplation of my mortality has not motivated me to decrease my consumption of crappy reality-based media programs. Funny that.