Well... we cook for each other and I don't think he really minds, just thinks I'm weird, but okay.

My boyfriend always makes fun of me because I'm kind of terrified of raw chicken and refuse to handle it and wipe down every surface he cooks it on thoroughly and immediately after he's done, but then I just send him stuff like this and feel justified.

Maybe it's just because I have an annoying 21-year-old brother in law with a haircut like this who's perpetually petulant and high-schooler-y, but no. Nope. I think my ovaries actually inverted in on themselves and disappeared. I do not find this attractive or catchy in any way.

Eh, not totally true, at least in the United States. Yes, if you're in a public place, you can be filmed without your permission. You don't have to get signed or verbal consent, and you don't need to blur people's faces. You might if you're afraid of getting sued or operating under goodwill, but you don't have to.…

My boyfriend's teenage brother has a girlfriend who opens up her eyes REALLY WIDE in every posed photo taken of her, especially in all the selfies she takes for him and to post all over her social media accounts. I don't get it. Is it flirty to make sure everyone can see the whites of your eyes?

OMG. I almost spit out my drink.

This is my brother-in-law except he became an electrical engineer. He's since moved to Savannah and wears a lot of joke bow-ties with his pastels.

This also works for the Baton Rouge Bro but replace a lot of the 'Bama stuff with LSU. Also, I've seen a lot of Gulf Coast Bros do the baseball cap with a fishing hook on the rim if they're real country-fied.

Yeah, I mean... I was a journalist for seven years and a grunt journalist in my 20s at that. I got an occasional early morning or late night phone call, but just adjusted my schedule to accommodate it. I was (and am) very into my 7-8 hours of sleep.

Butter tastes weirdly cheese-y too me... and not in a good way. I can't.

OMG, I can't load it. Did releasing a new chapter of Winds of Winter crash GRRM's website? Or does my computer suck? I AM AT WORK AND WANT TO READ THIS NOW.

I gotta admit, in my last job, which was ridiculous and sometimes left me hardly any time for lunch, I would sometimes pop into the convenience store and buy an old school turkey and crackers Lunchable for lunch. It was comforting. And I have an embarrassing weakness for highly-processed American "cheese" products.

I don't know! I'd like to know too though. I live in South Louisiana and I'm miserable every day during the spring. My MIL is into natural cures and always tries to get me to do the honey therapy thing but I'm pretty skeptical. Then again, I've plowed through most allergy medications and the only thing that kind of…

I knew it! I live in Louisiana and it's like as soon as the temperature stayed consistently above 60 degrees everything pollen-sploded. I feel like nature is kicking me in the sinuses. I went outside the other day and my car was covered in visible dusting of yellow pollen. What do I do? Do I pop sudafed like there's…

We just call ours "Roomba" but we do address it like another person, and apologize to it when it gets too full or makes a distressed noise because it has gotten too far away from the charging station and can't find its way home.

I wonder is there any Nair experience that doesn't end with you writhing in pain desperately trying to wash the chemical burns off yourself?

One of the worst things I ever did to myself as a teenager was attempt to use Nair's "bikini cream" formula on myself. If that is Nair's "sensitive" formula I don't want to try the real thing.

I live in a smallish college town and my boyfriend and I still go occasionally. We can trade in old games we're not playing anymore easily to get a cheaper price on a new one or buy some cheap used games and avoid shipping cost.

We had a terrible (great) old fashioned vending machine at my last job that dispensed Oatmeal Cream Pies for 25 cents. Luckily, it was all the way in the back of the office or else I could have gotten so fat off that thing.

Oh God, every summer my boyfriend buys an industrial-sized bag of off-brand Otter Pops from like, Wal-Mart or something and then I spend weeks finding little plastic tubes all over the house.