When I was a kid, I had some weird salt craving. I would chug soy sauce out of the bottle. Also, I would make a pile of salt on my plate, the way other kids did with ketchup, to dip my meat and pretty much everything else in. (I still eat strawberries that way, but with sugar.)

Yeah, that's genius. It's basically melted ice cream. I use cereal as an ice cream topping all the time (Rice Krispies work really well).

Well, I’m guessing “blood-stained napkin” actually means menstrual napkin... but that doesn’t make it any less creepy.

It's stock.

Nope. Your male co-workers also think you are being a cunt, but there are enough other men who stick around when they quit that it’s not as noticeable. Why the fuck is it more important to you to express every dickish comment that forms in your brain than to be an adult? If your true self is an asshole, stop fucking…

Or you could stop being dicks and act like adults in the workplace. There is also that option. Seriously, you have lots of other hours of the day to be condescending asswipes to women. Just don’t do it at work.

According to my grandmother, yup, 30. She started harping on my long-haired mother to cut her hair as soon as she turned 30. My mom hated having her hair short — it turned into a mop and was much more unmanageable than when it was long. She told my grandma to stick it.

Just to catch you up, (Spoilers!) right at the point that Kristen Schaal agrees to let Will Forte sleep with January Jones in addition to her, a second man shows up — older, balding, pudgy, but with a much nicer personality than Will Forte’s character, and New Guy and January click, and now she has no interest in…

So, your solution to the problem of tech not being able to retain female employees is telling the female employees that they are the problem and are being babies? Someone is being childish here, but I think you need to look in the mirror. Not being able to say whatever you want, the way a toddler does, is truly being…

It’s easy when you’re not the one being belittled.

That makes sense. Even more mild things like a flu can trigger it, if you have the predisposition, so something as hard on your system as Lyme, I can definitely see that setting off the cascade.

No problem. I’m an old vet now, but nice people with RA I met through the internet are what got me through at the beginning, too (except back then it was on usenet). Feel free to ask me any questions that pop up from here on out, and good luck!

It’s the nymphs, or teeny tiny baby ticks, that spread Lyme. They aren’t the big brown things, they are little black dots about the size of a pinhead. Most people who get Lyme never see the tick, just the rash (usually bullseye shaped) it leaves behind.

It depends on where you live. At this point, there have been cases of Lyme reported in every state in the US, but here’s a map I found of the hot spots:

Whether you can drink really depends on how hearty your liver is. I found out I have an iron liver, and can drink with no problem. Even if you have an average liver, you can probably get by with a beer/glass of wine or two a week, even on mtx, as long as your hepatic panels keep coming back clean.

I don’t know the details of her experience, but when my rheumatoid arthritis (which can be very similar) hit me, I was literally bed-bound for three months. I would crawl to the bathroom. I needed help dressing and undressing. I had to be spoonfed because I couldn’t hold things. When the symptoms started easing up, I…

I did speculate back then that maybe she had something like Lyme or RA, and got pooh-poohed. “She’s so stuck up, not like Rihanna who is perfect!”

In my time as a volunteer firefighter, we always had at least one, if not more, calls on the days leading up to Thanksgiving where someone turned on the self-cleaning oven only to discover something, usually plastic inside, now in flames and the oven locked for however many hours the cycle was. Although my fave was…

Is it really a disease when a woman gets it?

Colin was raised by his mother, Tom’s first wife (aka not Rita Wilson), not Tom and Rita.