For a few months, I was seeing this guy who said he’d invented the term “hangry” (hungry+angry=hangry). He seemed legitimately pissed to hear hipsters and bloggers using it without giving due credit. It kind of reminded me of the many times my dad told us the story of how he’d invented “butterface.”  Just nod and smile…

The person I dated after that did not seem to understand hangriness/hang-er as a concept but seemed to be okay with my taking us out to brunch on weekends. He probably thought I was just trying to be nice and/or show him what a modern/”you can’t buy me” kind of gal I am, but really, I was just trying to protect him from my low blood-sugar rages. That sh!t will break up a marriage—forget about a summer fling.

Do you ever have one of those days where you’re obscenely hungry, despite eating balanced meals at regular intervals? That was me on Tuesday. I felt like I was going to pass out basically all day—once in a while that happens, usually when I’m run down and working too hard. By the time I met up with my mom and our visiting friends for an early dinner, I was ready to gnaw my arm off. Or tear someone a new asshole.

Luckily, they were in a rush to get to a play, so service was quick. They’d wanted Mexican, so I got to enjoy Rosa Mexicano’s grilled salmon, which comes in a delicious mole sauce. 

Hit. The. Spot. And nobody got hurt…

Do you ever experience hangry times? How do you cope? Do you know anyone who swears they “invented” a certain phrase?