I moved to NYC, and got a job waiting tables at a mid-level, super corporate restaurant named after a city in Texas (Editor's Note: We have these in DC, and my mother always loved them for some reason I still can't fucking fathom)

Mousa Dembele, Belgium

Yo, I mean, I'm not judging and you gotta go for whatever makes you happy, but this man right there.. He is a fish. Just saying.

I disagree. I am far (FAR) from the 1%, have two kids, and work full time — no nanny, just daycare during work hours only — and still manage to get in some "me" time.

Guys, I know this dude — we've worked together on some projects. I just heard about it, and my heart is just sick. He's a super-nice guy — I just can't imagine what he's going through. That kid was his world. Mutual friends say he's obviously absolutely despondent. Please have some sympathy for him and his family.

Before I had kids, I was extremely judgmental about these situations. However, once you've experienced the fog of countless sleepless nights combined with the stress of balancing work and home life...It's just a really bad combination.

A friend of mine forgot her baby in the car (but only for a few minutes, luckily), and here's how it happened: she'd had a long day at work and was coming down with a cold, so was exhausted. We all met for dinner every Friday night and they almost always brought their baby, but her husband usually drove the kid…

Something similar happened several years ago in the town where I go to the beach. They put out PSAs every summer with tips to avoid the same thing happening again. I unfortunately don't remember all of them but one that really stood out to me was to get a huge teddy bear that you leave in the car seat when it's empty.…

Please be honest. Think back to your child raising. Think of all the near missed tragedies that you had or your parents had with you. NO ONE is a perfect parent. If we are lucky, we get them to adulthood without major trauma. If we are terribly, terribly unfortunate we are looking at our lifeless child in stunned…

I get that people get sidetracked by a change in routine and that people are harried, distracted, etc, but here's what I don't get: when my kids were babies and toddlers, I was *always* talking, singing, etc with them in the car, and when they were asleep my eyes flicked to the rearview mirror frequently to check on…

Leave your phone, your purse or your wallet next to the kid, in the back. Leave a bear or plush something in the passenger seat that you then sit in the car seat when you take the kid out.

Just trying to stick with the theme. No need to get all Facebook balls on me.

I wonder if the monks love to get people to try the yak butter tea just to watch them make faces. Monks, those jokesters!

So...like overnight then?

In Chile I drank pisco sours with egg whites. They were good. The froth was nice, but a little off-putting if you think about it too hard. So don't think about it too hard.

Until the Muslim in Chief is succesfully IMPEACHED and THROWN IN JAIL for his HIGH CRIMES and MISDERMEANERS against FREEDOM LOVING AMERUCICANS EVERYWHERE!

"And I saw the Four Horsemen of the Comment Apocalypse, and they said in unison unto me: 'Beware the false idol Kinja and her wily ways.' And I, for my part, took up my mobile device and screeched, 'EVEN NATIVE AMERICANS DON'T THINK THE NAME IS OFFENSIVE!' and lo, the Angel Snyder smiled down on me, well pleased."

Ahh, you are so making me homesick! I miss the ability to walk around on a beautiful evening with a drink in my hand outside in the Quarter. I second you on the Bourbon/Frenchman rule, though, but I think it's more because of tourists than locals. I remember seeing college kids throwing beads up to women on Bourbon in…