*shudder* Oh no, no Lifehacker. Guy Disco and occasionally make a batch of, you know, adult foods, like these calzones:

A thoughtful write-up from Fit and Feminist:

Well, maybe not diseased and rabid, but as the owner of a street dog I can assure people that Fido quickly goes back to the wolves and coyotes without human contact. And most street / pariah / feral dogs have been without regular human contact for generations.

Link? At least for me this is an aspect of the story that I haven't heard.

Our party definitely muted and proceeded to play some old school hip hop, but you know... to each their own!

May I chuck in, "You can tell. He looks like a creep / She looks like she's crazy" comments, too?

Thank you for bringing this up! I have now lived in Seattle for five years and know... probably exactly five people that grew up in a Seattle zip code. The rest of us are, well, from everywhere else.

I got my pup at 3 months from a rescue, and even going for those first 2 - 2.5 months with no human contact and only interacting with other dogs has created a drastic wealth of "doggy issues" such as timidness, shyness, boundary protectiveness, etc. Honestly, it took about a year before she'd enjoy getting petted and…

This saddens me as I own a street / pariah dog, and because it's an interest ecological niche, and because I'm fascinated that after a few generations these dogs - worldwide - all start to take on a similar look.

I'm in the same boat. Not at all relevant, but I can't stop my knee jerk reaction of: "Really Mia?"

I worked at an OG. There is a bucket of melted butter and garlic salt, and they use a PAINT BRUSH to brush this onto the breadsticks. And hence the terrible deliciousness.

I almost wish that she would do a pearl clutching photo spread. At least it would be different.

So want those boots!

Authorship in art is a big deal.

Forget the escalator people. DON'T WEAR SCARVES LOOPED AROUND YOUR NECK. Get some freakin' turtle necks.

I'm rockin' the IUD, but seriously - this would have been a good way to go back in the day. I just had a chat with my lady friends how stupidly easy it is to turn on the: "Oh my god, am I pregnant!?!!?" switch and that there's just no off button until you test.

Or go in on it with your gal pals. :D

I just spit out coffee. Love this.

Never road a bike (out of childhood) or attended an electronic music show, until I met Disco Guy, and I now own two bikes (including a single speed) and have done accounting for a fairly big electronic music festival. Ahh love!