True and somewhat sad. I’ve heard Rapinoe and Ashlyn Harris mention poorer backgrounds, and Solo’s family is in the news enough, but then you read about Morgan’s gold plated life and Wambach’s family island and...I lose a lot of connection to a team and a sport I love.

True, but it’s not like they can write about the men’s success or wins, so they need something. If our servicemen didn’t keep knocking up German women, USMNT would be a couple of Mexican kids who couldn’t make the Mexican team.

Agree on this. I was hugely upset that our WC was going to be spent trying to feed the ball to Abby’s forehead and not using the (not so young) other forwards. That missed shot really gave room for Ellis to try to transition the team. Or for Wambach to sit herself, if you’re the sort that believes she’s really in…

I laughed. I mean, I’m in WNY. She’s pretty much been canonized here, other than the local bishop spends all his time (self-)hating the gays. But she was gawdawful. When she was in position it was luck and when she was out of position she limply trailed the play.

My favorite restaurant always puts A-1 out with the steak. I’m convinced it’s a trap.

Belatedly entering the fray—I get your original point and this one and pretty much agree.

I do like to cut it into chunks and fry it with some garlic and mushrooms. But that’s all the addition I ever do.

Just think of all the great lessons LittleOrganicUnicornMeat is learning through your efforts. You’re a hero.

I’m pretty much with you on 2, even though well done is an abomination, but I also don’t eat at fancy places where the chef is an artist of the taste buds or a master of plating like da Vinci.

I wish your grandmother would visit my inlaws. They salt everything as soon as it hits the table. They’ve done it so long they now salt the salt because they have no ability to taste normal amounts of seasoning. I’d go on, but Old People Eating was last week.

I think this question gets at the meat (if I wasn’t in the greys, I’d expect to be demoted) of the matter. Every time we have this conversation here, it seems Eater A is thinking about a prime porterhouse at Cirque du Jerk and Eater B is thinking about the petite sirloin at Ruby’s. I think that well done is never a…

Yeah, I had eaten many a Milk Bone before, so I volunteered to do it as part of a Gym for Jocks college class presentation about animal treats vs. human food. Except the small ones I typically had chomped to get a reaction from friends were replaced by a giant one. I think there are still pieces of dry crumb in my…

I don’t like sushi, but I’d go to this restaurant just to support that chef.

If only Michael had been affected by the firing and spared us all his WC failures.

Well said. I routinely eat with an older relative who is mad about food temperature, servers whispering and the restaurant temp. They are all things entirely due to herself, but she won’t own it.

My MIL is this way with soup. It’s an old people thing. Unless the bowl is melting she complains.

The white woman in the cowboy hat moves *just so* at one particular moment and that’s what triggered my puberty. True story.

Nice, but this (<i> I am not trying to blither about myself: rather, I am trying to respond to the person who says if you don’t like it, then leave. I don’t want to leave home </i>) is really resonating with me more than anything right now, after seeing my hometown this weekend. I hate absolutely everything about it,…

I am sitting on the computer tower hoping for sterilizing radiation as I read your comment.

This is brilliant. And true.