I’m no butter connoisseur and can imagine that butter raised in Canada, where the government intervenes a little more heavily in the marketplace, has a better taste.

My issue with the above comment was the way they said it was “true” that it was “probably” better. It just bugged me, especially in light of it being…

Phew. I am pleased to have scientific proof that American butter is trash because your husband said so.

And also so pleased that he has found his buttery paradise!

You can do it!

TikTok was Music.ly but then someone else bought it and it’s being used like Vine? I think? Vine was unpopular till it ceased to exist and then became an instant nostalgia piece? I’m very confused about all of it as well. :D

Female pattern baldness that can hit towards the end of one’s fertility also makes middle parts…

It’s exhausting.

Two seconds of research found an article that shows American butter is also legally required to have 80% butter fat, and does have it.

The article in the link shows a breakdown of butter fat, moisture, and milk solids in butter available at a grocery store in San Francisco. While the top butter-fat percentage butters…

“It’s true that butter made in Canada is probably”

Can something that is only probably be “true?”

I’m really stumped on the hate for American butter, especially from someone who can’t get it imported to their country.

Me, neither. All the butter I buy melts at room temperature. Even the “off brand” discount butter. Also, why the “everyone here eats wonderbread” nonsense?

I mean, the vibe I get is that the rest of the US is beneath this writer’s dignity because of the existence of potentially imaginary crap butter and bread that...I…

I was a teen when it came out. I don’t know any parents who read it but all the very superior artsy girls did.

I feel like this is a strong foundation for anyone.

Welcome! Live is sweet on the “doesn’t give a shit!” side of things!! :D

You’ll get there! Just keep believing in yourself. :D

This is an entirely valid point! My hair is thin and has a cowlick. I’d have to perform some kind of magic to make it middle part, even if I wanted to. :D

Amen.

My husband likes football. He played in high school. I know the position he played and why he was good at it. I know which teams he likes and why he likes them. I don’t have any interest in the game myself, but since I like him, I can respect what he likes and what he has done. :D

As for his actual job, I don’t…

First thing I thought of, too.

Poor kids!

I’m not particularly grumpy and I had the same reaction. He’s not just an athlete but a famous, respected, successful one.

I married someone I have no interests in common with. Not a single one. It’s been twenty years, but we often look at each other, laugh, and admit this would have been easier and more fun if we…

I’m exactly the same person as you! :D

Millenials seem to have missed the memo that once you hit 35 you literally don’t have to care about any of this shit anymore.

You cannot and will not ever make us get over David Suchet’s Poirot.