No, it's not just you. I'm trying to figure out how to teach myself to sew, because I'm sick of poorly-made, poorly-fitting clothing. (Also, I'm hard to fit, because no matter how much weight I gain or lose, I have giant hips in proportion to my waist, and small boobs in proportion to the rest of my upper body.)…

Well, it sort-of was to me (in the sense that I didn't know it, although I didn't find it surprising), but I haven't shopped in an outlet mall since the late 1980s, because there weren't any convenient to where I lived any more, and I'm not taking a day trip just to go shopping. (Also, I hate shopping.)

Fail one grade? Because eighth graders (if the story here mentioned what grade the kid was in, I missed it both times I read, and I'm sorry) generally start the school year at 13 and turn 14 during the school year/the summer following, and many middle schools include eighth grade.

I actually had a server attempt to make me order when my father was ordering for me, I suppose because she thought it was creepy. (And yes, I was an adult.) Unfortunately, he was ordering for me because we were getting food in between rounds of Horrible Medical Appointments for me, I had already had two full-fledged…

You move up to "named meat"?

I bet you won't see actual jelly-jars used. I bet there will be "jelly jars" sold that never had a speck of jelly in them. (Disclaimer: I don't drink out of jelly jars, but there are a heck of a lot of them in my pantry, along with pickle jars and other things like that. If we ever get financially stable, I'll replace…

Well, of course they are. It's the difference between *playing* poor/working-class and actually *being* poor or working-class.

I am sometimes that (female) dude, though it's usually a book. Not when my wife and I go out to eat somewhere nice, but if we're just stopping in at Tim Hortons for a sandwich before we do the grocery shopping, then, yeah. Partly because my wife has lived in this neighbourhood forever, and worked at three very visible…

The main reason for instant ramen (or the even worse - cup ramen version) is one and only one: convenience. Same goes for microwavable stuff.

So have I. I have had one cat who would get in the shower and just sit and wait for me to be done, any time I didn't manage to get the bathroom door shut before he got in there. One of our current cats gets in there with me every chance she gets, but is always outraged to discover that, yet again, I have made it be…

Maybe "a little more than a U.S. pint," would be more accurate, because a U.S. pint is less than 500 mL.

She hated Pepsi, but my mom used to drink milk and Coca-Cola. It was the only way she'd drink milk. (While my mother never let me drink much soda as a kid—pizza night or on the rare occasions we went out to eat/went to a movie, that was pretty much it—she drank a lot of Coke herself. She doesn't like coffee or tea,…

I feel your pain. I love milk, but I moved to Canada in 2012 (from a big dairy state, no less) and it's $6.18 for a 4-liter bag (so, basically a gallon) here. I still buy milk, but I definitely drink it less often than I would like to.

Gross simplification: milk is water, protein, fat, sugar. Skim milk, because it doesn't have the fat, has more protein and sugar per [insert your favorite unit of volume] than whole milk would, because there's no fat in there taking up space.

I'm a substitution person, sometimes, but I do at least try to start with the thing that is closest to what I want, and I usually make a point of saying, "it's okay if there's an upcharge." This would be because for a while, my father was dating a woman who used to get extremely obnoxious with the staff at our local…

The problem is, many people take those actions to get the attention of someone they saw out in public, not just a server. My wife works in a coffee shop. Sometimes I pick her up from work, and since I tend to get there a while before her shift ends, I buy a coffee and read/work a crossword puzzle/crochet. You know, to…

Blame her character on "Orange Is the New Black" for that one.

Ooops, forgot to add to that last sentence, "to interact with them as a couple so that we can sort of keep an eye on how Friend's Wife is acting, at least in public." We both have a history of being in abusive relationships, so we're probably overreacting, but...

It's one thing when my FB friends mention stuff like that on their spouse's birthday, their anniversary, some special occasion. But the friends ( a couple, both women; it's more of Friend and Friend's Wife) I have who do this all the time are, in fact, the couple where my wife and I wonder if/when Friend's Wife is…

Not Mexican, but there's a bottle of Tajin in my kitchen right now. Love that stuff.