Ah, I also love sitting in a cafe, but I can’t afford to buy lunch every day. If I bring snacks it’s because I expect to eat on the go; if I bring a sandwich or something similar, I usually sit in a park if I can find one.

I’ve never seen this program, but I take cues from flight attendants. When I’m tempted to freak out but they are serving snacks or chatting idly among themselves, it really helps calm me down. I’m sure they would be the ones to know first about our impending fiery deaths.

But, like, what would you eat if you were going to be gone from your house all day but didn’t want to pay for a meal from a cafe or restaurant? I have also been known to pack a sandwich and apple for lunch, but I still need somewhere to put it.

Thank you for this recommendation. I’m fine on flights unless there’s turbulence; the worst is when the turbulence happens for an extended period of time and then when they make the flight attendants sit down. I hyperventilate, even though I know that planes can take a ton of turbulence and that the only danger is if…

I live in Vietnam and a lot of people (locals and foreigners) wear backpacks here because it’s easier when you’re commuting by motorbike. I don’t think it’s that weird.

I mean, to be honest, in my city it’s usually a shoulder bag, but it’s big enough to contain all the things. I need a lot of water. I will be the first to admit that my water consumption is ridiculous. I mean, I only have one bottle on me, but it is large-ish, and I refill it a lot. And I might not eat all the snacks…

No, it’s the world of people who vacation on the Cape/Hamptons/Maine. People who live there are poor and trying to survive in a tourist economy that lasts four months a year.

OMG THE COLORED PANTS. I’m from California and I don’t think I ever saw a guy wearing bright colored pants or shorts until I moved to the East Coast. INCLUDING THE 3 MONTHS I CRASHED AT MY GAY FRIEND’S PLACE IN WEST HOLLYWOOD.

Oh God, Vera Bradley.

I hate dresses like this. I have CURVES. Unless that shit is fitted at the waist, get it the fuck outta my face.

Maybe it’s just me, but I find anyone who is a self-proclaimed “babe” is probably full of shit.

I’m sorry, I really like you and your comments but I have to reply. I work at a non profit and am in development (spent my day making cold calls for auction item donations!)

So if I see a kid begging on the street, you expect me to track down their parents to give them the granola bar?

This reminds me of a megachurch I went to in Texas once during a family reunion. Apparently, the youth group at the church had done some “mission” work where they went to meet some migrant children from an impoverished area of Texas. They came back and reported on their experience to the church on the day we were…

Do you often send your kids out to beg?

A parent does not need to give consent for their child to be touched quickly beyond a certain age. These kids, who are presumably street smart, can give consent by themselves. If someone says “Oh, I don’t have any money on me but do you want a stamp instead?” And the kid says “Yes!” and then that’s the end of it? I…

If my kid came home with a strange stamp on them saying that they were playing with a stranger who put it on them, I would be pissed.

Teach them how to braid? A puppet show?

Sigh. “He flipped off the camera! No remorse! Please murder him!”

To me there is a HUGE difference between attention from boys of the same age and from adult men. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t get attention from boys. Sometimes it was awkward (being pelted by rocks) sometimes it was sweet (like the boy who kissed my hand in the kickball line in 1st grade and proposed. He…