I don't know. Maybe if you sound less condescending?

Where did you get the information that Sangeeta Richard is married to a white man? Source, please?

Also: "She payed her less but the servant's salary at US MINIMUM WAGE would have been MORE than what she herself makes."

"I agree that it's wrong, yes, but abuse? She got healthcare, trips etc. The salary was solid in indian terms and far more than what the woman would've made in India, trust me."

You're conflating class and caste. They're not the same.

This is only partially true. It's ignoring the huge non-Hindu population of the subcontinent; and the huge debt to the very hierarchical British social system.

Look, I don't know whether you're brown or white or pink. The comment, you say, comes from a brown person. It's still hugely ignorant. The domestic help, from her last name, Richard, sounds Christian. That's also what I read in an Indian news-blog. As such she doesn't belong to any caste. The employer, Khobragade, is…

It's ridiculous on many levels. Jezebel doesn't have a stellar record on how it reports on non-American issues. But in this case, if you read/watch to a lot of the commentary on Indian media, that's kind of what comes across. That an insult to such a woman is an insult to India as a nation; the exploitation and abuse…

Do most carts have a safety belt for kids/toddlers? The ones at the places I mostly shop at do.

This is what I'm calling them all from now on. "Oh look at you, you adorable little mercurial crackhead!"

Boys en masse are just exhausting. Girls I can handle in twos and threes. In a larger group, they're terrifying. There's something about a group dynamic that changes people.

Oh my god, where were you when I had my kid's birthday party?

As long as you don't bring any seven year old girls.

All diplomats get similar privileges legally—Khobragade was consular staff, a different category and thus she didn't have diplomatic immunity. Indian press is now reporting that the Indian government is now rushing paperwork via some loophole to retroactively give her diplomatic privileges.

See, I'm a fabulous cook. I make awesome caramel french toast. My blueberry chocolate chip pancakes are the bomb. My friends have stayed over and adored both of these as well as my omelets where I lay out a slew of toppings so people can pick and choose. And I serve mimosas. At breakfast. But I get panic attacks…

This is my biggest fear for when I have to say yes to Can I have a sleepover with my friends?

Oh my, and I just heard of a friend's sister having a sleepover as a kid where the dad (also a minister, dunno what denomination) said grace at the breakfast table himself, but said grace was all about how heathens will go to hell forever. My friend's family were non-Christians. Her kid sister had nightmares.

This sounds so bizarre, it has to be true.

Shut up, Burt. I'm the hamster diarrhea lady, but I'm going to watch Desolation this Friday, so just shut up.

I had a senior colleague comment on how awful it was for him to have to watch a woman with a fat belly waddle around. I was seven months pregnant at the time. I did complain to my boss—SHE did nothing about it. "Oh, he was joking."