It does become weirdly personal, which is annoying. I would rightly be regarded as the biggest asshole ever if I went around forcing flax seed banana smoothies on all my coworkers. It's no less rude when it comes to donuts or birthday cake.

I sympathize. I don't struggle with IBS, but I just feel better when I eat healthy foods. And I don't want to feel lethargic and shitty mid-afternoon over a stale convenience store donut.

I'll stop pretending my diet is fun when the people I work with stop saying "Don't you want a donut? You can have just one. One won't hurt. Come onnnnnnn...." Ugh, fuck you, Dude. I don't want your goddamn donuts.

I feel you. Blended family here (two of mine, one of his), and it is a whole other level of effort.

Oh, you're preaching to the choir on that one. Just fed my kiddos blue box mac and cheese for dinner , because fuck it, I'm tired.

I appreciate this piece. I have always thought of plastic surgery as extreme, but it strikes me now that there's not that much of a difference between a nose job or a boob job and my half-back tattoo. They're just different, permanently altering choices.

Well, I see this divorce just got ugly. Your move, Gwyneth.

No, teen pregnancies are only of value when they serve as cautionary tales of shame and regret.

I was just coming here to extol the virtues of sugar as a natural exfoliant! Salt, coffee grounds and olive oil also make a nice body scrub.

If I spill or if they smell. That's it. Elsewise, jeans do not need to be washed.

They're in _such_ massive denial. I find it depressing that they were able to find any doctor that would participate in this pageantry of foolishness.

Please tell me the fertility doctor's response was "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Jesus Christ, I would flip my shit as a parent if I had to leave work to come get my kid because their shit was the wrong color or they had stubble. Did this school hire its administrators off the set of an '80's teen comedy?

Transitional use of 'It's complicated,' does not raise my Cranky Old Person in Plaid Judgey Pants hackles. Serial uses of 'It's Complicated' will earn a side-eye. Persistent and flagrant abuse of 'It's Complicated' will earn a good fist shaking and a stern muttering about How Things Were In My Day....

Yeah, I pulled my punches a bit on the subtext of 'It's Complicated,' but... as an Old, something about it just reeks of drama and a wholly unsophisticated understanding of the complexities of adult relationships.

Don't forget the calf-length denim jumper/turtleneck sweater outfits to the 'Modest is Hottest' fashion section.

As someone who deleted my relationship status on Facebook while I was going through a shitty, protracted divorce, the 'Ask' button would have been my nightmare.

Yes, but what kind of mom is she?

My first thought was 'check this guy's computer because who's mind goes straight to 'Gonna post this kid's number on CL Casual Encounters'"?!?

Period shits are roughly the same level of health problem as hangover shits.