Celiac disease can be accompanied by or manifest as a rash called dermatitis herpetitformis: http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/en…

I appreciate that every Liam Neeson movie is now some variation on "Taken". "Taken with Wolves." "Taken on a Plane." "Taken with Legos".

I realize I'm not supposed to pick sides, here — but Team Blue Ivy, all the way.

And you can catch a variant of Creutzfeldt-Jakobs (mad cow disease) from squirrel brains. There was a warning a few years back in Kentucky against eating them; apparently people add them to gumbo.

Yeah, the final lines of this article (http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/…) really bring that home:

It's clear she loves animals — she knows exactly how to pet that puppy :)

And does the man also have to submit a notarized affidavit stating that he'll carry the child to term in his body, give birth, then raise it into legal adulthood? No? Then this idiot can shut the hell up.

I could be wrong, but I think in most states you have to be found to pose an imminent threat to yourself or others to be placed under involuntary psychiatric hold. Riding your bike shirtless with a book bag full of CIA computer printouts is hella weird but probably an imminent threat, particularly if he didn't tell…

I forget where I read it, but the semi-facetious motto of one couple was "Whoever leaves has to take the kids. Whoever stays gets to keep the dog." As of that article's publication, they were still together.

She definitely put a hoity-toity "H" in there somehow — maybe it was more like "WEH-ELLS-lee"? My husband grew up in the town adjacent to Wellesley, so I've heard it pronounced lots of times, but never quite the way my boss did.

I once worked for a woman who mentioned that she went to Wellesley in the first five minutes of any conversation. She pronounced it "WEHLLS-lee." If you talked to her for ten minutes, you'd learn that her husband went to Harvard. I tried repeatedly to teach her how to attach a document to an email without success. …

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The link to Peter McKay's statement isn't working — it just brings you to a 404 jezebel.com page.

And also 2015 lipstick, if Sephora jumps on this trend again.

Again, not technically a restaurant story — but when I worked in the kitchen at my summer camp, I caught the cook using the dish sprayer to hose the sauce off of leftover Salisbury steaks. The next day, we had sloppy joes for lunch that tasted mysteriously of Salisbury steak.

My great-aunt joined the Marines during World War II. She ended up a drill sergeant (presumably for other female Marines? I'm not sure) and serving in the Philippines. I've always wondered what her service was like, but I don't think she talked about it much.

Hmmm, the highlight of mine was when a high/drunk lady accosted us outside Ford's theatre and demanded that a classmate pick a radio station on her Walkman. He refused, and her response taught me some new curse words.

Marry a Jew. I love Christmas now that I spend it eating Chinese food and going to the movies. We still celebrate it incidentally with my extended family, but the mother lode of stress it used to cause me is GONE.

The only thing that could make Katy Perry's outfit even better is if she'd gone out with someone dressed like a Taki.

If she bangs her head into the sternum of her assistant while yelping — yep, newborn.