It's not a nice thing, but compared to sexual assault, it's a pretty minor offense. (And a lot more polite than breaking a dish across the asshole's face.)

For sure. I like ranch dressing too. It's a great dip for celery sticks. But it's just nuts to go to an expensive restaurant run by an innovative chef, demand to be served something you can get at any chain eatery in town, complain when it's not on the menu, and bully the waitstaff to boot.

Hell, I'd still be proud of that on my 90th birthday.

Fast-food workers and other minimum-wage earners in the U.S. are routinely fired for attempting to unionize.

I live on the edge. I love, love, love the feel of wearing new clothes that haven't been washed yet. Have loved it since early childhood. Probably too old to stop now. I figure that even the most frequently scrubbed home bathroom has no fewer pathogens in it than the restroom in the discount store. And don't get me…

I actually like both of those colors, and possibly even together under more coherent circumstances, but half peach mermaid/half forest green Frederick's of Hollywood model is just weird.

I'm somewhat ashamed of myself for breaking my personal rule about ignoring celebrity clothing, but what in the holy hell is Kim K. wearing in that picture? It looks like a preschooler mixed and matched her Barbie doll's wardrobe items after soaking them in her finger paints.

Except for maybe Alicia Spinnet, wasn't it made explicit in the books that those characters were black?

Why not tell kids, from the beginning, that it's just a fun story, like a movie? I mean, do kids really give a flying flip about Santa Claus for more than a few minutes each on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning?

I've never had an actual plum pudding, but one of the best desserts I've ever eaten was a steamed ginger pudding with lemon sauce. Surprisingly, it was at a pub in a small town in Michigan.

They generally charge the parents a fee for the service. The problem is usually not enough capacity. (No kids here either, but some of my grad school classmates had them.)

I don't know which I find more appalling — that he surreptitiously drugged unwilling women to force sex on them, or that some women were willing to have consensual sex with him and he surreptitiously drugged them anyway.

No embarrassment here. He was a college boyfriend. A little younger than me; smart and cute. We stayed together for a year or so and broke up amicably.

Well, people have been in love with Mafia stereotypes since The Godfather (gangs are cute, right?) so adding racism to the mix was just a novel touch from the perspective of a bunch of dim white frat boys.

We biology geeks (especially bug people) always assume it means "haploid".

I grew up in a not particularly observant Catholic family. I got sick of CCD (Saturday morning instructions) after confirmation, which back then happened when you were around 10. My parents didn't make me go any more after that, which was a pity because at age 12 or 13 I'd have outgrown CCD and gone instead to the…

I always had the sense that Hefner was not selling sex as an activity or even a fantasy; he was selling sex as a brand, and it wasn't necessarily any more interesting to him than it would have been to sell shoes or cars.

Saw Chrissie Hynde in concert a few weeks back. She's still a rock and roll goddess at 63. And, yes, she still does "Precious" and "Tattooed Love Boys"!

I followed the link to find out why the trivalent-quadrivalent choice was debatable. Turns out it's only because quadrivalent vaccine is not produced in large enough quantities for everyone to get it, so the CDC doesn't want people to skip getting the shot altogether while waiting for quadrivalent vaccine that never…

I actually really like that color. That sort of pink-coral-maroon hybrid looks good on me. I'm not the kind to swoon over cosmetics or anything else fashion-related, but "Marsala" would be my holy-grail lipstick color. And I'd kiss a garden slug if it meant getting a jacket in that hue.