You're welcome! He was interested in the physical and psychological effects of various drugs, so he knew what he was talking about. His last (unpublished, at least until I get my butt in gear and edit it) manuscript was on the role of hallucinogens in early European mysticism. Also, as a child of the 60s, he had…

My PhD dad described every drug as "a fucking neurotoxin." It was surprisingly effective!

Weirdly, I haven't gotten much mom-shaming yet — maybe I'm just lucky? Only one person has flat-out told me that I ought to stay home rather than going back to work at the end of my maternity leave. However, I inadvertently opened up a can of worms by asking for feedback on our baby registry. People have…

Ditto, I'm 30 weeks, and it's only been the last week or so that I've looked definitively, strangers-giving-me-their-seat-on-the-bus, pregnant. I'm 5'11", so I'm sure that's a factor.

Err, I hope Cara Delevingne wanted to go home and see her bunny in peace, not in piece(s)....

"One day, Jennay sends back all the letters Gump wrote her from Vietnam in one huge bundle. Like, Jennay, you didn't need to SEND THEM BACK. You could have just thrown them in the garbage. You literally went to extra effort just to be a dickhead. Jennay sucks."

Yes! We were outside whichever museum has the statue of Laocoon and his sons (which I now regret not seeing, but there were SO MANY MUSEUMS on that trip.) I'm sure our foreignness was the trigger - I'm tall and blonde, and my friends are both Asian. Before that, I hadn't wanted to believe that we'd been protected…

It is truly the language of love.

I went to Italy with a few male and female friends when we were in college. Towards the end of the trip, we had visited so many museums that I refused to visit another. So the boys went on to see whatever statue was next on their itinerary, and two of the girls and I rented a little pedal-cart that you could use to…

"They're frightened. They're pressured by family or a boyfriend or a spouse. They want help, and we offer that."

See, that's what I pictured — babies in little race outfits, earnestly crawling towards the finish line while their cigar-chomping parents wave baby racing forms over the fence.

My mom did too! I remember how proud she was when she got her degree.

This is either hella classy or hella PR or hella classy PR, and honestly, I don't care which it turns out to be.

"Phillip, look — that American woman thinks her grandmother's vase is Ming! Pfft — it's clearly early Qing dynasty. At best."

While I love the horseracing silks, a lot of jockeys are now selling advertising space on their breeches. I realize that lots of uniforms, including some of those listed here, have the names of their sponsors on them; still, I wish the jockeys would go back to the plain white breeches. I can't help but think of Juicy…

Teach students about the Big Bang, sure, but also teach them about all of the other stuff that we've disproved, and act as though that stuff hasn't been disproven.

Not being a doctor, I learned everything I know about preeclampsia and eclampsia from Downtown Abbey.

Here you go!

"...as the rupture in her aorta was almost a foot long and doctors had to rebuild the organ."

When my husband and I were looking at houses this weekend, he gave me directions by saying "Turn left on Pervy Photographer Street" — aka, Richardson Street. This is why he and I get along.