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I'm with you. I am so over the food wars in any iteration. Meat-eating, vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free, gluten-tastic, whatever. All kinds of assholes follow all kinds of diets, so I'm not sure why the diet gets blamed for shitty behavior. One vegan or meat-eating asshole is not a damning indictment of an entire

Actually, if you take vegetarianism as an ethical stance and truly have a revulsion to the eating of animal flesh, I don't think the whole indictment of "meat culture" comes off as that ridiculous — it's just that mainstream culture has so normalized it that the criticism seems weird. I also think vegetarians (and

Congrats!! And good luck painting!

I've had a resurgence of bad ulcer problems lately and reflux seems to be a side effect, so I feel you. So... don't take random medical advice from an internet weirdo (or play Dr. Google with yourself, haha), but it might be worth considering some diet modifications or at least some low-cost supplements to see if it

Totally normal. You think, pfft, people blow these things way out of proportion but no — the stress is unreal.

You did your best, and you acted with love to release her from suffering. That won't lessen the grief or the loss, but hopefully you can let go of the guilt. To feel so much pain leaves no doubt that she was very, very loved, and I'm sure she knew that.

I get that this was a rant and that there are those kinds of people out there, but you do realize that people can have "real" food intolerances, yeah? It's not all sudden-anaphylactic-death (or celiac-gut-destroying) or nothing. I'm not disagreeing that some people can be over-the-top with self-diagnosed stuff, but

People that have met me recently will automatically assume I'm a technophobe or "too cool" for Facebook or something. It's neither — I'm just... over it, but I have trouble articulating why. I hung out in IRC as a teen and would have 10 instant messaging convos on AIM going simultaneously. Now? No thank you. Even

We have two Neatos. We just call them Mr. Neato. Or maybe Mr. Neaterman.

Relatedly, the GFY girls had a great rant about noun-shaming. (Link goes to partial quote from a blog post.)

I mean, I did it when I was 15 with a first-gen digital camera (that took diskettes!!! The horror!) A certain amount of navel-gazing is normal for teenagers - I'm not going all Schmidt on youths today for doing, roughly, the same thing. But these adult hordes of zombified Narcissuses with iPhones? It's too much.

Actually, thank you for sharing this. I fit your descriptor and feel like I'm out to sea alone in the DC area. People have looked at me like I have three heads just because I'm not on Facebook. You give me hope.

No! This oversaturation is the only thing that will eventually make it uncool and kill it!

Yeah, I guess I'll sit in the boring square corner too. I have no personal history with addiction or addicts, but the concept (and the resulting comments) really rubs me the wrong way. This feels like something that should have originated on Gawker - it has that feel of desperately trying oh-so hard to be next-level

Saying stupid things doesn't distinguish her from a host of other politicians - it's her frequency that is notable. First, she was very high profile for a second there by virtue of her position (picked as VP), but since she's continued to court the spotlight very aggressively and deliberately as her new chosen

Yes, yes she is.

I literally gasped at her picture. Wow.

Thank you for saying this better than I could. I wrote elsewhere in the thread thanking people for entertaining me, at least, with the shallow bitchiness on display. There's a lot of showing-your-ass going on here - what amuses me is that I assume people are wholly unaware of how earnestly terrible they sound.

I want to thank you - and all the other meangirls on this post - for the great entertainment you've brought this morning.

The cycle of "oh, we love you! no, we hate you!" that we apply to starlets is so absurd. (And notice, this phenomenon rarely happens to male actors - definitely not in such a predictable, cyclical fashion anyway.) I would lay real money on bets for when the mean girl crowd turns on their shiny new BFF Lupita. (It's