"I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille."

Me? I'm just older than most of you. (But getting older is cool, all. Stick around.)

Is there still a commenter of the day award? Because if anything was made for it, it's this one.

I really don't like most fast food - McDs, BK, Pizza Hut. I grew up in NYC where good local grease pits produce stuff that's so far above the level of the major corporate artery-cloggers. Gimme a dinerburger at 2 a.m or a street slice any time. But POPEYE'S Chris: don't let your children miss out on that.

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Square Pegs (The Waitresses)

Menstrual cramps aren't the only period discomforts. As I entered my 40's and 50's I also experienced full-body joint pain and temporary IBS. Which all disappeared the glorious day I failed to get my period for evermore at 54. Period pains are generally accepted as an immune system reaction (like arthitis, IBS, etc.)…

Three cheers for menopause! The day I finally missed a period (and never had an0ther, at 54) was the best of my life.

I am a not skinny born in the USA person who lives in a Mediterranean country where, if you read the menu in a typical restaurant, you'd think we all will die by 55 of carb/grease overload. (And BTW the Yurpeans are having major problems lately of elder/kid/office worker type person obesity). But I digress: over here…

I once had to work a fundraising dinner at that museum and saw Bianca Jagger going into a toilet stall wearing a ball gown with a huuuuge skirt that had a bustle. I don't even want to think of the logistics involved.

I've never worked in food service, but I always tip at least 20-25%. Service has to be awful for me to undertip or not tip. I'd rather tip 15% and then speak to the manager (and I have a number of times.) I'd welcome higher prices for no tipping. Plus, As someone who once had a salaried job and now has to live on…

They were together and committed to each other for a quarter century. You've been commenting here for less than 24 hours, so obviously you win.

It wasn't legal anywhere in the US back then, but I went to what was described as a gay wedding (legally, at that time, a non-law binding commitment ceremony) in an Episcopal church in NYC in 1987. Unions like that weren't celebrated in too many Episcopal churches back then but some did.

You know those posts from Buzzfeed and other sites where they post godawful vintage recipes? This is our era's equivalent. Great cooks, even imaginative everyday non-pro cooks can often come up with wonderful, innovative combinations. This is just letting a bunch of aged 8 year olds loose in a kitchen to see what…

Nate Berkus and Jeremiah Brent: One wore J. Crew and one, Laurent? That's what I call a mixed marriage.

Mystery dates ain't what they used to be.

Hormones, body changes on top of all the above mentioned. I think that's just about the age that I caved in.

I lost my taste for this event after Shrub yucked it up in 2004 about WMDs.

Of course. I just have found that some people absolutely refuse to onsider the possibility of guilt on the part of a loved one, even to the point of lying or covering for them when there's dodgy stuff there. I've been on a binge of true-crime reading, and it astounds me that people will clam up when they know for a…

I've just seen enough Jeckyl/Hyde cases in my life where seemingly fine people turned out to have done horrible things that shocked everyone who knew him/her.