That'll do, pig.

I sweat a lot. At the slightest provocation. A little warm? Sweat. A little nervous? Sweat. A little physical exertion? Sweat, sweat, sweat.

This is a source of great self-consciousness for me, as I feel that it is Not Hot and generally uncouth to be sweating like a pig outside the context of athletics. And we're not talking about a nice ladylike "glisten"... this is full on beads-of-sweat-running-down-the-face, unattractive-pit-stain perspiration. I sweat like a fat dude.

This can be attributed at least in part to the fact that my body has to work really hard to do very little. If I'm not medicated, asthma leaves me with about 60-70% of the lung function of a normal person. With medication, I'm up to about 80-85%. So my heart and lungs work harder to keep my alive, and therefore I sweat. Profusely.

Beyond the asthma, I think I'm genetically predisposed to sweat like a man anyway... my dad's even worse than I am. I heart heredity!

Examples of situations in which this has been a problem for me:
~ Giving a big scary presentation on spider sex for my graduate-level sexual selection seminar course.
~ "Intimate" situations in my unairconditioned apartment. (It is particularly embarrassing when you drip on someone and they subsequently express their distaste.)
~ Climbing more than one flight of stairs at a time.
~ Just walking around on a hot day.