As my little sister likes to say, "Nigella cooks at gas mark FWUUUAH."

Yes, because I have no self respect and I hate my customers.

There were complaints from salad monkeys. Would you accept a dozen "ANOTHER FOGHORN SWINGING TAD THE" in Helvetica?

I'm horrified about the rape shirts, obviously. But I'm also horrified that there is apparently a computer algorithm churning out endless variations on a "Keep Calm and [Verb]" theme, sending shirt designs to a printer which, without any human guidance or oversight, vomits said t-shirts onto Amazon UK, and this is…

I agree, although I was hoping I wouldn't so I could start my reply with, "Bro. Seriously?"

Even as an avid historian I've been totally uninterested in Downton Abbey. Posh white people? YAWN. (I know, I know. It's got more than that. But I have all these DVDs of Keeping Up Appearances to get through. I'm not made of time.)

Lolcats. Lolcats and snack foods. It's the only thing that keeps me sane.

I think a lot of people are under the mistaken impression that by calling themselves "feminists" they are saying they don't care about other minorities. Which is silly. You can be both, right?

I don't see anything wrong with identifying as a humanist - quite the opposite! I'm both a humanist and a feminist myself. I am also an American, AND a New Yorker. I have both an overreaching interest in the country, and a more specific interest in my state. It's not an either/or situation.

Ooh, good metaphor!

That's true, there has been a problem with white privilege within feminism. Although I like to think that's more a problem with how it's practiced than what it actually is. (I feel the same way about religion. Great in theory, often problematical in practice.)

I can see where people are coming from when they don't want to be called "feminists," but I really, REALLY disagree. Feminism has a point, and it's to create equality for women, AND ALSO to create equality for things/actions that are "feminine," which have been historically undervalued or mocked. So encouraging men to…

I'm going to ignore the dead dog story for my own mental health. Instead I'm going to address the more important topic, which is that I didn't like Pushing Daisies. I thought it was cutesy and twee.

J.C. Penny gives me pains in my fashion corpuscles. The clothes there are so tragically out of date, and yet at the same time not out of date enough to be retro, and it's all made out of horrible, nasty fabric. PTOOEY! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

I am SO torn about the use of "daddy" as a self description. Like, generally I would say that any man who described himself as "daddy" is an irredeemable creep. But then, if a dapper local at the lesbian bar downtown winked at me and told me to call her daddy, I think I would probably giggle like a moron and spill my…

I just strained a muscle in my side, and I've been avoiding my dog while it heals. He makes me laugh like an inebriated moron, and it really hurts.

We're missing the footage directly after, where the baby trips over some dust, or is startled by a balloon, or the dog leaves, and there are TEARS. SO MANY TEARS.

I live near a certain Ivy League college (*cough*CORNELL*cough*) and the student paper is unreadable. Although a lot of that has less to do with grammar, and more to do with an adolescent love of Ayn Rand.

You get a pass this time, Nebraska. Watch your step.

ZACH DOESN'T LIKE MY LEGS! THROW AWAY THE LEGGINGS AND BRING OUT THE SHAPELESS BAGS!!!!1!!