Oh, me and my sister are the worst about this. One time I followed a server into the kitchen to sneak him my credit card. I have a friend who takes the cake, though. If we're going out with a big group (like 12-15 people) he'll call ahead with his credit card information so there can be no arguing over the check. Sly…

I always feel bad when a server comps me something because someone else made a mistake, like the kitchen was slow or screwed up an order, because I know the server is going to end up eating the cost. Depending on the situation I'll usually add the cost of the comped item into the tip, especially if I really don't…

Headphones and sunglasses aren't 100% effective. I've had people give me business cards before. Once there was a guy who usually rode the same train car as me in the evenings, then he gave me his business card with a note scribbled on the back asking about what music I was always listening to and how he'd like to get…

Elise Keaton was the TV embodiment of my own mother. That said, the Cosby Show ruled the roost in my house growing up. Perhaps that's because Bill Cosby's comedy albums were the soundtrack of our family vacations.

There's a fried chicken place in my hometown that puts white bread under the chicken to soak up the grease. I love that bread so, so much. Me and that lady, we know what's up.

I would pay CASH MONEY for the Power Clashing Body Prison. That shit is so my jam.

I have a lot of Parkinsons in my family, and as a result I've paid attention to PD research over the last 20 years or so. So, there's this phenomenon, so-called Parkinson's personality, where a certain personality type corresponds closely with a Parkinson's diagnosis later in life. This personality trait is quite high…

This woman is mentally ill, yes?

That's so frustrating. There's this fairly well-regarded brewpub in my town, I used to live across the street from it. They claim to have buffalo wings, which you can order mild, medium, or "death." We ordered the death wings once and they were really good. Legit spicy, fried right, everything. We went back to that…

Is there any way burner accounts could be prevented from posting images? Or is that too much restriction for Gawker's leadership?

Truth. And the salespeople that rely on frequent repeat business, like at department stores and jewelry stores, tend to be pretty honest. Nobody who wants you to come back and buy more clothes is going to send you away with something that looks terrible.

I think it existed because Candace Bushnell went on to marry not Mr. Big, but a ballet dancer. (They got divorced in 2011.)

Seriously? Unclench, it was a joke. Also: I have sympathy for everyone on this planet. I'm sorry you live in hate.

You speak the truth. That's why I can only muster up "some" sympathy. It's not much, though.

I have the belt, too. Never wore the two together, though.

I actually own those pants. I call them my slutty pants. I haven't worn them in over 10 years. Just for reference, I am female.

God help me, but as an outcast weirdo I have some sympathy for this douchebag. You do you, little snowflake.

Apparently the only food they serve actually made in a factory is the cheesecake. Everything else is prepared fresh from scratch in-house. Boooo. (http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012…)

He probably just wants the photos for himself, or his creepy porn site.