It's equally easy to justify not eating the placenta: It's gross.

"Yeah, it came from almost every other Eutherian (placenta havin', like opposed to a marsupial) mammal. "

Histories are just that: histories. Documentation of things that happened. Why apply the standards of long ago or completely different contexts to your own? Or, are these the same "anthropological works" that state that not breastfeeding until age 5 is basically neglect? Especially for women not living even remotely…

brutally cut from best friend posse

lol. I always get a grande in a venti, but I also drink my coffee black. For a latte or something like that, you're generally going to be slightly off in your measurement, so that little extra bit gets dumped in the cup. Really the reason I order large cups is because I have a vintage European car with no cup…

You both just shut your dirty whore mouths right there.

Celiac isn't a gluten allergy, though, and there are non-Celiacs who are allergic to gluten. There aren't a lot of them, and most people claiming to be allergic to gluten these days are completely full of shit, but they do exist. A better test is to see if someone understands that "gluten" and "wheat" are not…

I'd be sympathetic if she had pointed at another patron's table and asked for bread rolls. The woman in this story claimed she'd eaten them before, though, and her friends said the only reason they'd come was for the "free bread." Since they got a comped appetizer that time around too, I'm actually inclined to…

I can have them sent directly to Trash, but honestly I'd look for them. Hence, dramatic high school freshman. I'm kind of using the anger to boost the falling-out-of-love process. Even just thinking "He didn't message today, but I guess he's just waiting to weeks again so I can be blind sided by his name in my…

I posted last time about having to cut my best friend out of my life because I'm in love with him. I couldn't talk to him at the time (because I was busy ugly crying) so I sent him an email. It wasn't dramatic, just blunt and flippant. He didn't respond and after a few days I figured, "Mmk, guess he doesn't know…

Please, I'm going to stick to watching "Ever After". I love some Blanchette, but you cannot beat an evil Huston.

I'm sure all the servers would love to walk out on their shitty jobs leaving you no one to boss around when you celebrate your promotion at your non-shitty jobs. Because they'll all be senior managers and vice presidents and shit, and there won't be anyone left to bus your table or bring you your stupid overcooked…

It was a response to your take that "the world is such a terrifying place for children and parents." That's something of a "fear culture" sentiment that is perpetuated by much of the media. Our children are, in many ways, far safer now than they've ever been. It's hardly constructive for children and parents to feel…

OMG "saving the paper." Every friggin' year. "Don't rip that paper, I want to save it!" Somewhere out there is a massive storage unit filled with neatly torn Christmas wrapping paper that my mother is saving for godonlyknowswhat.

"Now that you're done shedding your tears, clean yourself up with some weakness tissues and heat up my fish dinner."

It's like, he doesn't even g.a.f. about all the stress he put you through.

I hate it when they do that. Then they just stare at you like, "What? You didn't know I was hiding in the kitchen cabinet behind the super huge pot? Why wouldn't you look for me there? GAWD."

So my cat scared the shit out of me tonight. He's only recently been showing interest in going outside, and will step out for two seconds then want back in. I was airing out the house and figured he stepped out. Earlier in the evening I tried going out and calling him, making noises, but there were just the old men…

Because I'm very current and on-trend, I am just now getting into the Standard White Girl outfit, which is honestly brilliant and perfect and should stick around forever: some form of slim-fit bottom (skinny jeans, jeggings, or leggings), ankle boots or flats, baggy blouse or sweater, and a messy top knot. Throw on a…

How are you going to get anything done when you're being stopped by street style photographers on every block?