I do that all the time. I see beautiful pictures of thick women and think “HEY MY BUTT DOES THAT” and I immediately feel better

I’m sad to admit that my first thought was, “Hey, some of these women had thick legs like I do! I’m beautiful too!” and now I hate myself.

I’ve always been conscious of my “less then shapely” legs. They are strong, but straight, with wide calves, and a scar at the left ankle. And veins, from walking a lot. With fashions designed for pencil legs, the super straight leggings and tight to the ankles pants, I’m even more aware that they don’t fit the current…

Anecdotal evidence regarding the obsession with legs for people of that era: an octogenarian very recently ran her (yes, her) hand up the side of Mrs. Bang’s calf, whispering, “You have such nice legs,” as she did so. It was not the first time this has happened. Mrs. Bang often gets unsolicited, unwanted “compliments”…

Hear hear!

1. Whose legs are these?

AGREED!

I used to live in New Hampshire where there’s a candidate on every corner, and can affirm that when face to face with a presidential candidate you despise, it’s still incredibly hard to be rude, plus most politicans are hugely charismatic and likable in person in small doses.

Little little swimmy bear cubs with Gonzo noses, except they can survive in the vacuum of space and have survived multiple earth-wide extinction events.

To compare Donald Trump to a Tardigrade is an insult to Tardigrades, the adorable and amazing water bears don’t deserve that. #LeaveTheTardigradesOutOfThis

Wikipedia tells me that tardigrades are ‘also known as water bears or moss piglets’ and this is wholly delightful.

Tardigrades fit squarely into the “so ugly it’s cute” category, which is something that will never be said about Donald Trump, despite also looking like the south end of a north bound pig.

We have a play pen type thing set up around the Christmas tree to keep the dog and baby away from the ornaments. Good to know this will also help prevent me from falling into it when I inevitably get schwasted Christmas Eve.

Dear JLaw, I also get psychosomatic stress-induced vomiting! I used to think it was stress combined with alcohol, but it still happens whenever a big work deadline approaches, even if I haven’t been drinking. She’s so right that it is the body’s way of saying “back off bitch.”

I think Vikander is a wonderful and very charming actress, and unfortunately this Vogue puff piece does her no favours.

Ex Machina was incredible. See it asap!

I was just thinking how my Vogue interview would sound. “She held a fried chicken sandwich in one hand, and applied ranch dressing to each bite before she took it. She wore her Peggy uniform: stained TOMS, a toe peeking out through one hole, a V-neck t-shirt, and skinny jeans with her toddler’s PlayDoh mashed into the…

Honest opinion, I like this cover because she's smiling.

Vogue profiles have the special ability to make me irrationally dislike whomever they’re about, because they’re described in such a fawning tone. I have to remind myself that no, actually, this person is probably pretty cool and down to earth and farts and stuff just like everyone else and I can’t hate them just…