Oh yes. There’s a reason my dad does the grocery shopping by himself. The man loves to fart loudly in public. Or quietly, and then ask his unlucky companion if that was them who farted. We learned from an early age to stay out of stores with him.

Same! Love it.

Yeah, I thought the picture of Florence Welch and Beck was the couple that helped Sherman Alexie with his oranges. I was thinking there was more than one interesting story there.

Wasn’t the woman in Oklahoma who was caught on video saying the n-word repeatedly for the amusement of frat bros some sort of “frat mother?” How did that help to curb bad frat bro behavior?

It’s still better than the other option I’ve seen the anti-science idiot mommies promoting lately—coconut oil. Sure, you go right ahead and slather your kid in coconut oil. I’ll be over here with the Coppertone for mine.

Thanks. That’s pretty much the approach we’re going with, so good to hear we’re probably on the right track. I forget about sweet potatoes—he will eat those. Countless meals in our home have consisted of blueberries, an avocado, and some sweet potato fries. Whatever, mama’s too worn out to fight you, kid.

Yeah, also curious about your recommendations for picky eaters. My son will eat fruit all the livelong day, but I can’t remember the last vegetable he willingly consumed. Our ped said, “Eh, no biggie, let him eat fruit,” but I’m terrified that in 16 years, I’m going to have to send an adult off into the world to live…

I have a hard time believing Bristol would breastfeed. She seems immature and uninformed enough to agree with the Christmas ham that it’s “disgusting.”

I went to school (well, elementary and junior high, she didn’t go to high school) with a girl who became a stripper. She was actually very well-known on the stripper circuit, apparently, and traveled throughout the country a bit. Her dad referred to her as a go-go dancer, and was very proud of her success. Dad and…

It’s funny...I grew up as sorta white trash? Borderline, with extended family, neighbors, and friends who definitely fit the bill as full-on WT. And my family used the term extensively. I try not to use it now, though, because I think it’s more offensive to non-white people than it is to white. The term implies that…

I get where you’re coming from — Trump deserves any epithet slung his way, but using gay slurs against anyone hurts gay people. It implies that there’s something wrong with being gay. To me, it’s the same as using the “r-word.”

Yep, TJ Maxx/Marshall’s and the kids’ resale shop Once Upon a Child are my secret weapon for buying cheap kids’ books.

This...this can’t be a real thing, right? I don’t want to go on living if this is a real thing.

Yep, I just commented the same thing below.

This looks like Piss Jesus.

Well, remember: in Milford, children should be neither seen nor heard.

Ehh, if I had to guess, I’d say the restaurant is David Burke’s Primehouse, which is pretty ritzy. But I agree that serving the days-old batter is gross, and definitely made me wonder how that gets around the health inspectors here.

Well, less a coincidence, and more, it was unofficially named that because it was the center of gay culture for the City from the 70’s/80’s through at least the early 00’s. It’s still what many would consider the center, but a lot of the gay businesses have migrated slightly north to Uptown and Andersonville.

Don’t hit “unfriend” before you give them a stern talking-to. After Windsor, I went on a gleeful spree of bitching out the bigots who posted ignorant bile and THEN unfriending them. It was glorious.

I worked at a Dairy Queen in high school, and we had, among other things, ketchup in the slug bags. We had a ketchup slug explode all over our storage area because it apparently fermented. That’s a mess you don’t want to have to deal with.