It's not nice to make fun of people who are less fortunate than you, Rachel.

Maybe they can be Phone Detectives together?

I'm definitely feeling my age and my Old Ass Marriage on this one! You're the first to put into words exactly how I feel. Do I care if my hubs thinks about me, younger me (I had such a nice butt when I was 23!), or some rando? No, I do not. Do I care if he makes dinner, feeds the cats, remembers my mom's birthday?…

I wish I could put you in the "black" because this is exactly how I feel. Thanks for being so even-handed with your comment!

Your comment just crushed me. This internet stranger wants to buy you a beer, hold your hand, and tell you it's okay.

It's weird. I'm totally fine with my body. It's my face I wish I could erase and start over. I swear, sometimes, I'll catch myself in the windows of a department store and I'll be so surprised that I'm that ugly! Like, wow! Who's that freak? Oh, it's just me. Again.

I'm down with quinoa salad. We make a big batch every week to eat as part of Cold Summer Dinners.

Why have I never thought of this before? You are my food spirit guide. What else do you do to quinoa?

I love you, Tracy. Your column almost convinced this childless blowhard to have a baby. We tried for one year. It didn't happen and I'm fine with that. Especially after reading this.

Yay! Eugenics!

The smile? I dunno. Maybe Jada and Will look alike and that's where I'm getting confused.

It always amazes me how much those kids look like a perfect combo of their parents.

You entered the... DANGER ZONE! (Sorry, I had to; your username is grand)

I would totally eat that donut.

Why is Seth Rogan looking so sexy in that picture? Am I ovulating again? Oh! look, pizza.....

These people are all beyond the pale. When we got hitched, we'd already lived together for 10 years, so no registery was required. People didn't believe us that we didn't want presents. We got a couple of donations in our name to some fantastic charities, some cash, and some truly beautiful heartfelt gift (a painting…

Seriously. There are 1 million Indian cooking books out there. It's not hard to get some lentils and make them delicious. And they're fucking cheap as hell.

My husband is in charge of food in our house (!!) because he has a much more flexible schedule and is also a fully grown consenting adult who knows how to pay for food and feed himself. He went to the dreaded Whole Foods yesterday to do the grocery shopping for the week (seriously, it was a Tuesday morning...how…

But, good lord, she has a great set of get-away-sticks!

Oh my god. This woman is my mother. No wonder she hasn't been answering my calls of late.