I used to buy the most amazing kefir when I lived in Ontario — I think the brand was Liberte. One variety of their kefir was naturally carbonated from the fermentation process, and was sold in special half-liter containers with loose caps that kept them from exploding. You could get strawberry or raspberry, or else…

Is he seriously intending to get all of these women pregnant? 'Cause child support gets expensive, and he'll NEVER be able to move out of his parents' spare room.

I was diagnosed with ADHD at 53. No one realized it because I was an adult female with two advanced degrees — and ADHD only happens to hyperactive little boys with low grades, right? In the meantime, my ADHD sent my husband and me to multiple rounds of marriage counseling, stalled every career move I ever made, and…

"Jailene" is a fraught name in its own right, no?

I was one of the last girls in my school to need a bra, and probably right in the middle when I got my first period. But I was definitely precocious in the acne department. I had noticeable acne at age 11 — first person in my sixth-grade class to get it. Yay, me!

I never had particularly strong feelings one way or the other about my periods, although they were maddeningly irregular, preceded by thermonuclear Mittelschmerz fourteen days before liftoff, and unpleasantly crampy in their own right. It was just something that happened and had to be dealt with, like needing to…

I often hold up the first class vs. coach situation as proof that we are indeed descended from primates.

I laugh my ass off every time someone claims that professional killers knocked someone off via a car accident or plane crash. They have to be among the least reliable ways to kill someone — sure, the intended victims might crash and die, or else the driver or pilot might just have to make a scary stop or landing.…

It might be good if made at home, even using toaster waffles. With those horrible institutional eggs ... Just no.

As a Canadophile American who recently lost a wonderful, cutting-edge research job in Ontario in the wake of Stephen Harper (as did many Canadian and international co-workers, so I'm not just being a whiny American snowflake): I hear you. I honestly hope Canada's social-services and research funding don't spiral down…

Chris O'Dowd was great in the Britcom The It Crowd (which as an added bonus also has Richard Ayoade).

Any North American who wants to learn to imitate a New Zealand accent (and can't swing a prolonged visit to New Zealand) should get hold of some episodes of Outrageous Fortune and/or The Almighty Johnsons. Not only will you get some language-skills immersion, but you'll be thoroughly entertained throughout the process!

I presume this was supposed to be the old saying, "Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out"?

My husband and I are childfree by choice, love being an aunt and uncle to young adults, and are completely puzzled over why we would want to get involved in anything called a "mommy war". And if women who score higher on IQ tests are less likely than others to have children, it may very well have less to do with…

What, he wants to have sex with women? After reading his messages, I just assumed he already had a hot and heavy thing going with his hand.

I liked many kinds of food as a kid, including fish, liver, strong spices, and vegetables laced heavily with garlic. But I had a very small capacity for food — it took very little to fill me up, and I was rarely actually hungry. My parents didn't force me to eat more, but kept wringing their hands and worrying aloud…

We had an infestation of Indian meal moths in our kitchen some years ago, and couldn't figure out for weeks where they were coming from. We finally found the source — a bag of birdseed in our attached garage. We tossed it out, and the moth infestation fizzled very quickly.

Any friend of Brendon's is a friend of mine!

We might take some consolation in this: His delusional testimony will help him dig his own grave. Can you imagine any scenario in which he doesn't get the maximum possible sentence?

Kim Kardashian is the sadly-not-overlooked face of venal egotism.