So, I live in Boston and run on the Esplanade along the Charles River before I go to work in the mornings, and every year I see “The Kenyans,” as I like to refer to them, running in a pack with matching tracksuits in what I am assuming is their”easy run” because it’s several days before the race. Their “easy run” is…

you are completely neglecting the fact that there are people who have to pay for EVERYTHING themselves! even in college and at a young age! i knew a girl who paid for everything herself in HIGH SCHOOL working multiple minimum wage jobs because her parents gave her 0 help. she had to buy her own car, pay for her own…

“And he’s told the employees that, but instead of declining tips and telling the customers to keep their money, you know, like any decent person would, they keep taking the tips.”

Yeah, those minimum wage earning employees who want the small amounts of extra money given to them from customers are so indecent. Next…

Hey look, we found Ted Cruz’s sock puppet account! Just because you refuse to acknowledge the original purpose of the minimum wage was to allow a single wage earner to support a family, neglect to consider the wage hasn’t been indexed to inflation in over 35 years, and willfully pretend the only people making minimum…

I think the best way to answer the question is “Of course! People should elect the candidate who has the best skills to lead the country, no matter what their gender.”

“Historically men worked and women stayed home”

As a kid I was taught they already had this. It was called Grain Belt.

Asked whether it’s time for the U.S. to have a woman as president, he said: “I think that’s a sexist comment, and shame on you for being so sexist.”

I don’t like to obviously tip. I might pay for a $2.50 bill with three singles and walk away, leaving the .50 for the tip jar. So, what, the intended recipient is supposed to chase me down on my way to my car and hand me my .50 back?

It was my gift to the employee. If anyone else takes it, I as the gift-giver would…

Gorgeous cover.

Corollary to that thought: how much is gonna end up on my tits?

Garbage. Candy.

Jerry Jubilee needs to be resurrected. It got me through all of my high school heartaches!

Dear Mark,

Way off-topic, but now all I can picture is a guy walking around saying, in his best Sidney Poitier voice, "They call me MR. Tits." Please tell me your husband does this.

I have faith Mark, KEEP TRYING!

Plus with an ice cream sandwich, the ice cream is hard enough to break off while your teeth are still in contact with the cookie exterior, thus avoiding direct ice cream on teeth contact.

So romantic. I hope you register at Bath and Body Works.

I don't think you're ready for a cat.

I am so stubborn, and was so intent on making sure my husband had a good time that I tried to convince him that we should keep hiking to the waterfall.

This is not—and was never—good parenting.