Cast-iron cookware -- great for stovetops and campfires, yet so easy to turn into rust-covered garbage if you're lazy -- can be a mystery to those who live in a nonstick world: there is whispered talk of some seasoning process that sounds, frankly, like it might burn the house down and a lot of rules about how -- and how not -- to wash it.

There comes a time when even the gnarliest stoner must admit to him- or herself that a pipe, bong, or vaporizer has gotten grotty to the point of needing to be cleaned (that time might be now, with 4/20 just behind us).

There are tons of trendy diets floating around, and it can be tricky to figure out exactly how annoying it'll be when one of your friends announces that he or she is going on one.

We live in a time when your 20s are basically a protracted adolescence, making it acceptable to spend that decade in complete squalor.

Trying to eat healthier doesn't always mean having to eat foodstuffs that resemble, in taste and texture, cardboard.

It's entirely possible that your home is a festering cesspool of germs -- actually, it's more than possible, it's pretty much a sure thing.

For many people, mornings can feel like the seventh circle of hell, a circle determined by biology: you either wake up amped to grind out another day, or you slog through it.

Unless you're a certified germaphobe, you probably don't spend too much time thinking about the relative filthiness of items you use every day.

Here is a fact of life: some guys have smelly balls.

Dry January, or Drynuary (or #drynuary, if you're parading it on Twitter), is pretty much the worst.

So you overdid it last night, and now you have a raging hangover.

With apologies in advance for asking a set of extremely personal questions of you, have you ever noticed that your poop clings to the toilet bowl stubbornly after you've flushed?