On Monday, I culled my FB feed to get rid of all the self-absorbed, ingorant, and racists commenters, haven’t seen a single post since then...

That’s a pretty shit bento up there, btw. Real Japanese mom bento puts this white nonsense to shame.

One of those says it’s a challenge. . .

The hashtags are the most insufferable part.

Three meals-in-a-packet, one effervescent potassium tablet, and the last square of a Kiva Bar!

That really pissed me off. My high school was one of those super underfunded inner city public schools, and a vast majority of the students were on free lunches. I would like whoever wrote that quote to look these teens in the eyes and tell them how “ghetto” they are just because their cucumbers aren’t shaped like…

Right? I went to school with a PB&J every day until high school, and my mother went off to work as a firefighter and, later, paramedic. I was fine. I still can’t cook (and don’t like to) but I have a badass mom and a great work ethic so I think it evens out. When I see all these precious, twee little boxed lunches,…

I don’t think people are assuming that at all. I could totally see my sister having a great time doing something like this too, when she has children. It’s more a condemnation of the judgment that comes when you DON’T do something like this for your kid, and the insinuation that you must not love your kid very much if…

Um, is this for real?

Sorry you were clearly unloved and are now an underachieving garbage sack. You might as well have been eating out of one of the ocean’s trash islands. /s

Everything is a competition. It’s nasty. I just started sending my kid with a homemade lunch to school on a regular basis. So I’m feeling pretty smug. Today it was microwaved vegetable rice. I added some soy sauce, then there was the fiber one gummy’s and a juice box. Not bad, huh? On to the topic at hand. ... Those…

This kind of shit is my least favorite part of parenting. Like, this is so far beyond anything I would remotely categorize as being worth my time.

why isn’t he wrapped like a baked potato, Mark.

tl;dr snotty helicopter parents are seizing the fun and whimsy of bento culture for their future Ivy Grads.

Pretty sure Mark’s lunch is drugs. Benefits of working from home I guess.

I’m going with Mark’s guinea pig as my spirit animal

For some reason my brain mixed up the last two words in my head and I actually said “Snake cacks?” out loud.

It’s been a long week.

Parents are stupid. There is no way in hell a kid is eating goddamn falafel in a school lunchroom. He’s throwing that away and using the $5 he stole out of your purse to buy french fries and Little Debbie snack cakes.

This is my favorite post in a long time. I’m having a plate (yes) of garlic potato chips for lunch. Oh, and a cigarette, because I fell off that wagon.

Anna Merlan is my spirit animal.