I have a theory about people who become wildly successful/famous on the level that Steve has achieved: their relationship with their past, pre-fame and success, is an either or proposition. Either they embrace it. Or they shed it like a snake sheds its skin, leaving it in the middle of the road, to dry up and blow…

my dad says if you break a cookie in half before you eat it, all the calories fall out. So maybe there's something to this.

Oh my god.

Ugh, I hate the people who are just impossible to explain anything to. I had a conversation about pesto this week that went like this:

Who would have thought that a survey from fucking Haagen Dazs would make us QUESTION THE MEANING OF LOVE???

"Nailed it."

This has to be about the tenth time I've heard of such an incident.

This is one of those times when a photo says it all. The menu in question:

It's bothering me that this isn't chronological. My favorite part of looking at historical fashions is watching the slow/slowish progression of change...

You can be totally wrong on everything else and I don't even care.

His last name is also the first thing I thought when I read this article.

Told her, "I have a place I would like to take you where I hung your grandpa."