I'm a children's librarian and parents do this so much I get tired thinking about it, but it seems to be more status quo in libraries than in restaurants. Like ok, it's one thing if I, an adult, approach a librarian and ask for "something good" because the librarian can then ask me "well, what do you like?" and I will…

He wears Exclusively Lacoste polos.

For example, I will always ship brussel sprouts and bacon, and the One True Relationship is pasta and my belly

Well, there bronies, and then there are pegasisters. I have no clue why that didn't catch on, because that's a cool name.

Absolutely. It's condescending to both men and women.

There's an element of sexism to all the derision for Bronies. Not only are they fans of a kid's show, they're fans of a kid's show meant for girls. Fans of, I dunno, Adventure Time or ThunderCats don't get nearly as much scorn. Can't help but think it's because they're lowering themselves to like something feminine.

You can expense the ears.

lol, I'm not hardcore into the brony thing... just a "regular" fan but I don't mind the title.

and some wear color-coded badges — available to anyone who wants one — that alert others to the wearer's social comfort level. A green badge indicates that you're happy to socialize with strangers, yellow means you only want to talk with people you already know and red tells everyone that you'd rather be left…

I have a big space in my heart for this fan base 1) because, as a spectrum-y gal myself, I'm down with any community that lets people get weird about a shared obsession together, 2) the way they subvert heteronormativity, and 3) that the whole thing it is a great example of "radical self-acceptance," a deeply-held…

my irl bff is someone i met online bonding over harry potter. i actually have like, a good half dozen (if not more) friends i have met online. i regret nothing.

Well aren't you just the cutest fucking thing. Honestly, I am not nor will I ever be a Brony, but damn if I want a pair of ears to wear around. Any ears will do.

I suppose that's my weird limit. Ears.

Also working against me is my tendency toward being a misanthrope, so a convention—any kind of convention—is basically my personal hell.

If they don't want us to drink it, they shouldn't make it look like a drinking fountain. That's all I have to say on the matter.

There seems to be a dearth of customers who are willing to take personal responsibility for the products they choose to purchase. At least once a week in my place of work I serve a different customer who wishes to hold me personally responsible for their lack of understanding of something that would be blindingly…

I wish I could flag this comment. Quinoa's good when it's made right and farro is less objectionable than farro cous cous but rice is the only food I eat. I would rather eat nothing but rice for the rest of my life than eat everything but rice for the rest of my life. It is a goddamn STAPLE. Do you also hate…

Yes, but I was popping in to say the same, lest some Kitchenette reader try to steam fish in wax paper and complain that it tastes like a melted birthday candle. Because I care.

Did you feel all Jesusy inside?

Look, I've drank something I wasn't supposed to, to be honest.