I hate dentists. That's why my tooth fell out. I was in the middle of a root canal and wouldn't go back, so it just dropped out when I was in the middle of Fifth Avenue.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm a tooth person... I like quirky teeth. My husband has little teeth with spaces in between them. He hates them and I love them. I like people with buckteeth, and I like it when they crinkle a bit. It's very charming.
Faced with the choice of enduring a bad toothache or going to the dentist, we generally tried to ride out the bad tooth.
I'm okay with having horrible lower teeth.
Low-income people, racial or ethnic minorities, pregnant women, seniors, people with special needs, people in rural areas - they all have a much harder time accessing a dentist than other groups of Americans.
Trips to the dentist - I like to postpone that kind of thing.
I am lucky: I have fantastic doctors and a fantastic dentist.
I've always been unhappy with my teeth. I've lost most of them from my bottom jaw, and those in the upper jaw have been screwed in or capped. As a result, I've got great hollows under my cheeks, and my bone structure seems accentuated.
I do get scared of the dentist, so a drive-through dentist might make me feel more at home. If I got to stay in my car.
I was always in the popular crowd, but I really had atrocious teeth. I was encouraged to 'do well in school, 'cause no one's going to marry you!'
I'd rather go to the dentist... but I'm going.