My lactose intolerance began far ago in a long-away land known as Meredith Used to Only Eat Bread and Cheese. I have looked far and wide into milk alternatives for my iced coffee with a splash of cran, and I thought that I would share them with you.
A few weekends ago I spent some time with my grandparents in New Jersey. As we ate, and then thought about eating, and then decided what we were going to eat next, I thought about my grandparents' 56-year relationship.
An email written by a brother of Kappa Sigma gives his fraternity instructions on how to have sex with girls, encouraging treating women in a derogatory manner. The fraternity is apologizing like crazy, but let's be real: This stuff happens all the time.
I had come to a crossroads. To my left, the iPhone in all its glory -- its shiny video capacity and websurfing, its bells and whistles. To the right was my trusty Blackberry -- lonely and deactivated in my car. I knew what I had to do.
So most people have some modicum of etiquette on a first date. I'm not talking about ponies or flowers or dancing or a five-piece band playing show tunes. I'm talking about basic, basic things that apparently are lost on some.