Normally with a story like Daniel Blake's I would be lamenting it as an example how people with their anti-gluten fad dieting are making things harder with people with real, genuine food allergy issues.

Due to the overwhelmingly positive response to this post, here's a picture of us:

I truly understand the need to be comfortable. But getting my millennial (22 year old) son to get dressed for ANYTHING that might require something other than jeans and sneakers has become a raging pain in the ass. I had to convince him that jeans and a t-shirt are not appropriate attire even when all you are doing…

Does this mean work tiaras are over? Are we supposed to just wear them with our yoga pants? I guess I'm okay with that.

I'm 27, and I realize I only have two "looks":

The guy who pushes a shopping cart full of cans around my neighborhood has a really nice Aeropostale sweatshirt.

A guy named Yolo Swaggins is waiting for a trend to die. Okay.

dude, no. Sven (Swen?) was greater than them all.

/fixed *sorryonlymspaintatworksoitdoesntdomajesticdogjustice*

I had a weird obsession with cannibalism. For my 4th grade enrichment class I built a large papier mâché island featuring a volcano, trees, caves, essential cooking pot and cannibal play figures. I wish I had a picture of that. Instead I offer the Mother's Day card I made that year. Mum still has it. I can't believe…

Then again, there's the flipside. I met Mr. Disco in high school in 11th grade, he was in 12th. EVERYONE hated him, from my dad ("Don't ever bring that long haired motherfucker in this house again.") to my mom ("He's just so quiet and you're so talkative!") to my brother ("I dunno, I just don't like him.") to all of…

Here's the biggest lie/deception that I ever perpetuated on my parents ...

Everybody is reporting this incorrectly. While it may be spoken as "James" it is spelled Yjaiymeise which is a collection of perfectly curated letters that are hand harvested from 100% biodynamic veganic fair trade locally sourced alphabets.

I am going to continue to pawn off my baking experiments in the office even if it ruins my career.

He looks exactly like my friend Misty when she got super drunk at Grad Night and saw her ex kissing a girl from another school and cried through her mascara and wiped her eyes like "Whatever. I'm fine! Let's go on Space Mountain!" And then she threw up.

I just sneezed and got a fun panty favor

I had a truly wonderful experience. From 2004-2008, I worked in a boutique that carried at least 2 simple but stunning white-ish gowns from sizes 2-20 at all times (a fantastic policy the owner maintains for all clothing - there is something for EVERYone and it is always chic). At some point during my years there,…

Here's my story, even if it doesn't get out of the grays:

When I shopped for my dress, I bought it on accident! My friend and I were shopping next to an Alfred Angelo and went in just for fun. I had seen one the year before in their catalog and asked to try it on. The attendant said it was discontinued, but they had one (in my size!) in the back. She grabbed it for me, let…