My dad is the man.

I need to know if Blue Cheese man was at least a good tipper. And if the "dining companion" was ever a date, because eeewwwwwww. The only thing grosser than watching a guy eating that much blue cheese is imagining kissing a guy who had eaten that much blue cheese.

"no, I won't tell you, because I want my coleslaw freshly-squeezed."

Yeah, that was the part that raised my eyebrows too. On the one hand, it's her body and her decision. On the other, the child who would result of her pregnancy was unwanted by the people it "belongs" to. I would think that choosing someone for surrogacy would mean making sure you'll all on the same page with the "what…

I feel like, if you are looking into surrogacy, you should make it clear in the contract before inserting fertilized eggs that you have no interest in raising any potential disabled children, so that the surrogate knows going into it that she might have to abort, keep the disabled child, or give it up for adoption. …

I feel like in general, if you become a surrogate it is best to be prepared to honour the parents' wishes should they want to abort due to a catastrophic birth defect.

I don't work at the Gawker offices.

It's kind of distressing to me, though, that 3 month old anything would be even next to the food in a salad bar.

I believe this couple here was the first couple:

There are two types of people in this world: People who like Yuengling and people who are wrong.

Gah, you're right about tongue. Shouldn't have left it off.

A classic Bop centerfold.

"Oh, she wasn't just pretending"

Me too and also with this image to go along with it.

I read that whole article with Ira's voice in my head.

Dear god, it's like an Instagram filter applied to Anthropologie's Pinterest board. Zooey Deschanel must be so relieved that aggressively beige has come along and let aggressively twee off the hook.