Medical marijuana has been legal in Canada since 2001—and the recreational kind got our government’s stamp of approval on October 17. That means I can now smoke pot on my porch while eating Cheetos and waving at passing police cars—without going to jail. I wouldn’t do that, of course—I don’t like Cheetos. But I did feel that it was my moral obligation to test out this now-legal product and answer the pressing questions that you, my devoted reader, most certainly want answered. Here you go (and you’re welcome): Continue reading →

I have no idea what the price of beauty is, but I’ve found out the price of ugly: $339.50. That’s how much I paid a doctor—an actual dermatologist—to disfigure me by poking at my forehead with one of those wood burning tools that people buy at craft stores. Continue reading →