That reminds me, a chain deli just opened up nearby called "Pickleman's," which regrettably seems NOT to involve shapely male collegiates in bright orange bike shorts. To have that name but have no "goods" seems like the real-life version of domain name squatting.

Bam! Two audiences. Expanding your customer base!

Agreed on your final note, and totally gobsmacked there isn't already a successful franchise doing exactly that. I'm sure that somewhere in WeHo or whatever there's an equivalent, but bring that shit nationwide! But I guess if you put us poor downtrodden Menz in a position where we're being constantly appraised on…

It's completely inconceivable to me that no one has successfully franchised something similar. I remember talking about that with a cousin 15 years ago (we called our hypothetical lech-taurant "UNITS" though).

There's actually a strip club here in my town which is more known for its food than its strippers — it attracts a huge clutch of bluehairs (male and female) for their lunch specials. I'm sure it's the exception and not the rule.

For sure, they telegraph the punch in Drag Race even worse than Top Chef used to (which was really great at that). As soon as Jade started in with her sad coming-out story, my friend and I turned to one another and said "See you later hunty!" Foregone conclusion at that point.

"Beating cancer is living fully, not living forever." Thank you so much for this. Going through it with a parent right now and this really hit my heart. Much love, fellow human :)

The only "new Oz" I need is Peaches and Cody Critcheloe's video for Billionaire.

Oh my god, this is awful.

I have absolutely no idea if there was a Yakuza connection, but I have definitely seen subcutaneous pearls on a Japanese man's penis. I thought it was warts at first! Definitely wasn't...

Oh, totally. I think it's 90% just that men are taller and 10% that menswear is, on average, a little "squarer."

Well said!

Meh. I used to get all bent out of shape about this type of stuff but life's too short. I have a neighbor who visibly rolls her eyes in response to every friendly "Hello!" I offer. Fuck her and her sad life! I'mma do me.

Martha, you will ~never~ be upstaged in my heart. I bought every cookbook and entertaining guide when they were inevitably remaindered at our (R.I.P) Borders. I shelled out for the expanded basic cable when I found out The Artist Formerly Known as Food Network was showing your cooking show. I have the Martha Stuart…

Awesome, I will check this out!

Oh god, I love that stuff! One of my earliest internet memories is James Lileks's "Gallery of Regrettable Food" made almost entirely from '40's - '60's cookbooks. I am so thankful to have been born in a generation after the national fascination with savory aspics had faded. And while we haven't broken the century…

"I'm a busy figment of a marketer's imagination, and that's why my priorities lie with purchasing a shit-ton of home goods instead of love and togetherness. When I'm forced to fling semi-edible animal detritus towards my childrens' gaping maws, I prefer new Tyson-Hormel Protein Swizzles! Fortified with…

And if your shantytown hovel doesn't include ample space for hubby's Shrine of Endless Adolescence, by god that's simply sub-human!

Totally! Rather than those over-exaggerated greyscale "there's got to be a better way!" infomercial sequences, why not just show the unexciting truth and say "you'll be doing less of this!" Of course, I'm a fan of the days when they actually just SHOWED YOU THE PRODUCT...