What ad agency (or agencies) did you work for, if I can ask? My grandfather was a VP (eventually) at B&B (I think, that's from the letterhead on notepads that I remember from his house when I was four).

Your boss is harassing you. She is spreading rumors about your sexual behavior. She is trying to coerce you into making yourself available *to your customers*.

This is harassment, it is against the law, you should begin to keep meticulous records of everything that is said about you and to you, then quit and call the EEOC and have them start an investigation.

Some people (um, myself included...) like to gossip and spread rumors about their co-workers simply because they know it bothers them. I have a straight male co-worker who I like very much but I once made a joke about how he's really gay (he's really not) and got really amused at how he tried to "play along" but was really clearly uncomfortable about it. A few months later it's become a running gag among me and my co-workers. What's funny to watch is how he's clearly not a homophobe and doesn't want anyone to think he is, so he can't just say, "I'm not gay, cut it out!" because that looks uncool within our PC diverse workplace environment so he just kind of laughs nervously. And I'm an evil bitch so I just keep making these remarks and we all gleefully watch him get uncomfortable. If he asked me to stop, I would. I honestly don't think he's gay. But it's just so fun, you know?

Hahaha! You *are* really funny! The only thing that would be funnier is if you worked for me, because I'd fire you on the spot if I heard or saw anything like this go down! Now *that* would definitely make everyone laugh! Hahahahaha!

I've learned to love carrots since I started buying organic carrots, which aren't even that much more expensive than the regular ones. Organic carrots are sweeter without any funny aftertaste.

That's not because they're organic, that's (probably) because they're local, and therefore fresher and probably smaller. Carrots from our garden when I was growing up were smaller because we pulled them up sooner (and sweeter because they were smaller) and we used the kinds of fertilizer you buy at the garden store, i.e. chemical. The larger the carrot, the more like wood its going to taste.

Back to the subject at hand, my local Star Market (regular ol' supermarket) has an organic produce section, two aisles of organic dry goods, and an organic dairy section. They carry brand for brand the exact same stuff as WF, at 2/3 to 1/2 the price. Also, Target is now carrying the same Kashi granola bars that I found at WF for almost 1/3 what they charge (Target's house brand, Archer Farms, also came out with a Fair Trade coffee blend recently, which is nice.)

Aside from organic beef, chicken, and dairy tasting twice as good as regular meat for less than twice the price (a more than economical trade in my view), I really hate the idea of ingesting hormones from these foods.

You can tell the difference between grain-fed cattle who have been treated stomach infections, and grain-fed cattle who haven't?

I think you are mistaking "organic" for "grass fed" and they are not the same thing. For beef to be considered "organic" farmers have to feed their cattle organically grown grain, no bonemeal (a common animal-derived feed filler), and give them access to sunshine and grass. The amount of "access" isn't specified. They could be pastured, they could be walked around a corral for ten minutes.

Beef from grass-fed cattle does look and taste noticeably different, frequently in a way that often makes Americans squeamish, because the fat is yellowish, from the beta carotene in the grass they eat. The milk from grass-fed cows also produces cream of a different quality, and butter that is very yellow (the color of American margarine) and spreads quite easily because the fat content is higher than the butter produced from grain-fed cattle.

A few years ago I was staying at a bed and breakfast in Ireland, and the ban an ti had chickens in the backyard, the eggs from which she used at breakfast. The person I was with kept commenting about "how much better the eggs are over here" and how you can tell the difference between her eggs and supermarket eggs. All I could tell about the eggs was that the ban an ti scrambled them with cream and cooked them in about a quarter pound of butter. Of course it tasted better, and it wouldn't have mattered if the eggs came from the hens out back or the factory farm an hour down the highway.

I think Cary has atoned for yesterday's atrocious advice. Good for him for calling this woman out for being a total fucking imbecile.

Who lets traveling salesmen into their homes anymore, anyway? Geez, I didn't even know they still existed. My first instinct if one knocked on my door would be "grifter".

Beyond that, I don't know what else to say. My only reaction to this letter, was "What? WHAT??? WHAT??!" Every sentence was worse than the last.

Interesting, that was my second thought after the "why did you let him in your house, you idiot?" This is a grift, straight up.