He is the epitome of “bad boyfriend, awesome bar buddy.” Like, I could probably hang with him and laugh at his jokes as long as he never, ever tried to fuck one of my friends.

Well, now I feel way better about the family member who did a “year in review” blogpost the year I was married, e-mailed me I should read it, and let me see that the entry for the month of my wedding was, “Had to go to a wedding. Just spent the whole time laughing in the back. It was stupid.”

Would someone please explain to this woman’s attorney that “reasonable accommodations under the law” does not mean “build an entire goddamn database so she doesn’t have to deal with those awful gays in her office”? I cannot believe that’s his so-called solution. “Well, my client doesn’t want to do her job because…

Can we please all take a moment and scream no at this undies from TopShop? http://us.topshop.com/en/tsus/produc… Just. no. I do not need Mulan and her dad on my underwear.

I think TopShop and I are gonna be friends, even if the bralette I bought for six bucks from a previous post didn’t fit in my ribs at all. Yes, TopShop, I have a 40” chest, but I do not have a 40” rib cage, so your adorable bralette did not fit, and it was sad.

I feel for her, too. Reproductive issues are horrifying and so many of them end with “Oh, and you might die in childbirth.” or “And there’s a possibility you’ll bleed out.” The stress of that when trying to keep healthy for the baby you’re carrying must be so hard to manage.

Here’s hoping there’s no statue in that park that we are supposed to never talk about and take no notice of.

Hey, I’m not gonna tell the Mysterious Hooded Figures that they can’t leave the dog park and aren’t allowed to drop meat in other parks.

I call Welcome to Nightvale LARP. Mysterious hooded figure in a park dropping raw meat is nowhere near the weirdest thing they’ve imagined, and the first two parts are major canon bits.

I've eaten there a few times, and your point that you have to request to have bread thrown at your face is absolutely true. They don't just wing them at unsuspecting people, and they are super soft. Not even the crust has any real edges.

So, is it just the gluten pill I'm not allowed to take because phrama scary, or should I also cut off my inhaler, allergy meds, hormones for my endo, and the giant ibuprofens I need to deal with the pain from my endo?

Yeah, I tried to eat the GF options at Olive Garden once and ended up with hives because of all the damn bread in the place. I know other celiacs who can do just fine there, but they're pretty wary.

I really like the Udi’s line. It generally holds together like actual sandwich bread and it toasts well. It also doesn't taste like I liked the floor in a woodshop, which was a nice extra.

There’s a GF brewery called Groundbreaker that does some interesting stuff, but I think they’re still only in the Pacific Northwest. My favorite thing is that their beers only come in 22 ounce bottles because it saves them money to use the bigger ones. So, six or eight bucks for a beer, but I get three glasses out of…

As an actual, factual person with celiac, I look forward to the possibility of not having to pay double or triple for gluten-free options at the grocery store. Or, if I'm gonna keep paying five bucks minimum for a loaf of bread, having a lot more alternatives.

Let’s do it. But then we’ll need a second one because my husband won’t let it leave the house. So, still six years of work, but we’ll have double!

I am super disappointed there’s no pattern. I would go for this.

It depends how intricate the piece is and how detailed you want it to be. Since he was clearly determined to make an exact duplication down to colors, it totally takes this long, and I’m sure it’s worth it just to see it come out exactly like he wanted.

Well, let’s see, he has a blanket that he clearly enjoyed working on and also a way to keep warm in winter. Seems pretty fun and useful to me. Of course, I’m one of those crocheters who makes “worthless” stuff all the time. Like cosplays.

I ended up just telling him to enjoy being an emotionally stunted fuck for the rest of his shitty life and hung up the phone on him. We have not talked since. Can't say I've lost any great conversations for that fact.