Sounds like maybe we've found an area in which Austin is destroying New York? Brussels Sprouts are THE THING in this city. Come on down any ole time.

Perhaps she was mourning the loss of the gayest part of her, much as I had to when JLaw cut off her JLocks. RIP, JLocks. RIP.

Oh my goodness. I live in Austin and may have to meet this man. I'm not sure my collection of personal essays (which will undoubtedly skyrocket to #1 bestseller when it is published posthumously many years from now) would not be complete without that story.

Thank you so much for writing this. I am sorry that the comments seem to be primarily disagreeing with you, because I think that we need this sort of opinion—whether or not it is infallibly true—in order to avoid self-bias.

Love how they say relying on the government/taxpayer is synonymous relying on men, as though only men govern and pay taxes.

"But really, Ms. Sandberg. What do you say to accusations that you took the idea for 'Lean In' from the disclaimer to a 1970's clothing manual?" "Wha-what?" said Sandberg nervously. "I-I... I don't know what you're talking about!"

True life: I had a serious boyfriend who was into farts. But not the sound—the smell. He said it was true intimacy, knowing someone that way. But I assumed, due to the Cake Farts franchise, that this was fairly run-of-the-mill in terms of fetishes? No?

I had the same conversation with my girlfriends and we decided he needed a higher-ed consultant. I've sent in my resume every day since, still no answer. CALL ME, JUSTIN. I GOT YOU.

Did he just say "I overstand"? Is that a thing?