I don't even like masturbating when I'm stoned because I get distracted too much and then forget what I'm doing. I can't fathom bringing another person into that mix.

Yeah, no joke, my weed guy was telling me the medical MJ he gets out of Colorado has like a 20% THC content, which is about the standard. That's actually insanely high. (No pun intended.) The stuff our parents smoked was 5% at best. I enjoy my weed on a regular basis, but I also know what the fuck I'm doing because…

I liked Dublin when I visited, but I much preferred Belfast.

I grew up and still live about 20 miles north of Baltimore. I did spend 2 years going to college in Queens, NY, which was a mixture of eye-opening in terms of culture and diversity and extremely painful (for personal reasons, not because Queens has a weird vendetta against me or something) so I honestly tend to forget…

Oof. My mom came from a house where you had to eat everything on her plate because she grew up poor, and you just didn't waste food. She didn't let us waste food, but if we said we were full or that we really hated something, she trusted that we meant it and didn't make us keep eating. I am extraordinarily lucky to…

I was just watching this episode today and noticed that as Krystal, Tatiana basically has an entirely different set of facial expressions from all the other clones she's played.

I'm such a dork. I got really excited when I noticed Olive was wearing her bracelets!

Same here. There are places that were literally going under in the Baltimore area until they were featured on DD&D - and I'm grateful to him, because they're some good little mom n' pop restaurants that deserve to stay open. I can't hate Fieri. He's annoying but he does seem like a nice guy who cares about the people…

Hell, there are schools that load up kids' backpacks on Friday afternoons to make sure they actually get to eat anything at all during the weekends. I know it isn't organic fruits and quinoa, but at least these kids aren't going to starve. I'm far more worried about things like that.

I'm not a parent and I've never been a picky eater and this article still elicited a "fuck you" out of me.

That's one thing I've never understood, as a former kid who was always a fairly enthusiastic eater - how can little kids take SO LONG to eat?

I frequently order off the kids' menu at our local indie pizza shop when I do take-out or delivery because it's the same food, just more reasonably sized and I can actually eat it without dealing with hard-to-reheat leftovers or feeling gross because I ate too much. They don't care because they're still making money…

In the 60s, my great-grandmother used to send my dad to the corner bar to have them fill up her jug with beer for the adults. The bartender always gave it to him because he knew it was for her, and because my dad wouldn't have tried any funny business with it anyway.

We rarely complained about whatever our parents made for dinner, as they typically just fed us whatever they were eating, but when we did my mom would make us try three bites first before telling her we didn't like it. Her standard response to us asking for anything else - meaning, when we were just being annoying,…

I used to get really mad at a cousin of mine too because my grandma would make a very nice Sunday roast dinner and he wouldn't eat any of it and demand that she make him a hot dog instead, AND SHE WOULD DO IT. He wasn't picky. He was just spoiled and knew she would do whatever he wanted.

Kraft Dinner with a can of tuna and some frozen peas dumped in is still my favorite "fuck it I'm PMSing and if I don't deliver this salt into my body RIGHT NOW SOME SHIT IS GONNA GO DOWN" meal.

I spent many years not wanting children at all, but I'm more ambivalent now and giving it more serious thought. My greatest worry is that I'll wind up with children who hate food and reading, two of my life's great passions, and then like…what do I do then? Bond with them over soccer?!

Me too. But I'm at home today and we have so much food in the fridge, sigh. (I know, what a terrible and hard life.)

Isn't it great? I grew up in the 80s/90s and would bring in what I considered normal leftovers for lunch - shish kebab and couscous, manicotti, grilled veggies - and the other kids in my class would make fun of me for eating "weird" stuff instead of the sandwiches they all had. Now most of them are on Instagram…

My mother especially was very intent on teaching my brother and me how to behave properly at the dinner table from the moments we could more or less sit up and feed ourselves. We weren't allowed to get up and play whenever we felt like it; we had to wait until we had truly finished eating to ask to be excused, and we…