Holy shit, me too! Any chance you were into Balto, too?

Kindred spirit. I used to pretend the yellow Power Ranger was my favorite.

Seriously! I remember as a kid watching TMNT, pressuring my mom to order pizza for dinner, and being incredibly disappointed with the non-cartoon result. (In retrospect, poor mom.)

Had the exact same response! Haha I'm glad I wasn't the only one.

Aren't these pictures intended to horrify and disgust the viewer? I don't see how any pro-smoking lobby would see them as anything but a powerfully persuasive opposition.

Seriously. I think they're fantastic.

Seriously. Thanks, Tracie!

There's a reason why very intelligent people can frequently end up doing photo shoots that embarrass them for decades thereafter. They defer to the judgment of the stylists and photographers, get bombarded with condescending spiels about "marketability" and "broad readership," shrug off their own hesitancy, and then…

I'm not going to debate whether there is this very specific subset of women who pretend to like football because they think it will make them more well-liked, because I don't think that's (a) very important and widespread, and (b) relevant to what is usually meant by "Women are behaving like men and forgetting their…

I can't tell if your message is "Suck it up; women in developing countries have it worse" or "If women in developing countries can do it, then they should be our ideal"—but either way, I don't know how productive it is as a way to look at discussions of gender politics. (I'm reminded of people who always post on…

I've got to say, I really don't get the people responding to this as though grad school is universally recognized as being the hardest thing ever. I went to grad school. I have friends in grad school. I've had much tougher experiences since, and always thought that would be the case.

But I'm still confused about this being a complaint. For people with celiac disease who are being cautious, gluten-free pizza isn't an option at a mainstream pizza place, because of the risk of them not being truly "gluten-free." But before, gluten-free pizza wouldn't even be an option at a mainstream pizza place.…

I'm going to put that on the restaurants, not on people who order gluten-free with greater frequency. If it's obnoxious to the wait staff and cooks, I get that, but they don't know whether the "bleach haired chick" (?) is ordering it because it's a serious health issue or she's cutting down on carbs—and either way,…

People wanting gluten-free products isn't who is putting your friend's life in jeopardy. People who don't respect other people's food choices—the waitress who rolls her eyes, the baker who assumes a sprinkle of flour isn't a big deal—are the culprits.

I'm interested to read the responses to this, because this read as spot-on to me.

All of the drawbacks to being a SAHP that you listed here are identical to those of being a teacher, except tenfold.

Girl, what YA are you reading? To me, that's one of the genres with a huge array of authors working tirelessly to spread empowering images of women.

Absolutely. But I'd argue that there's such a difference in tone and content that whatever it is that people are craving when they tune into the Today Show every day, Morning Edition won't provide it.

Absolutely agree. I have never craved a muffin in the way that I have craved anything else of comparable caloric content.

That's pretty much the norm in most restaurants. My serious vegetarian friends only eat at restaurants that are veggie-only.