Oh my god! If it is the Israeli girl's I'm going to faint!!

Me, too. And if the library were good enough I might be willing to compromise on the wait staff and give up the beast altogether (more uninterrupted reading time.)

Oh, what I wouldn't give to accidentally stumble upon a castle in the woods where I can live out the rest of my life in quiet solitude with a handsome beast, all the books I could ever want, and a waitstaff of animated kitchenware!

I JUST DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE THINK FEMINISM IS SYNONYMS WITH HATING MEN. AHHHHHHHHH...

But PLEASE give them their privacy.

This is really a "damned if you do/damned if you don't" sort of situation. It strikes me as though there would be people complaining no matter what Melissa was wearing on the cover. I for one think she looks fabulous, and will fight her heartily for that coat. I also think it's 100x more glamorous than most ELLE cover…

"behind him, a 50-piece orchestra played Lana Del Rey's..."

Aaaaaand I'm out.

She is throwing down some serious Elizabeth Taylor in that photo. (And the coat really is gorgeous.)

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"We were disappointed that they didn't really do the job. They didn't really collect the evidence, and they didn't seem to care from the beginning. Anything above that would just be extra."

Let's agree to leave the troll in the gray, shall we?

Please collect your heart.

Yes, it's "acceptable" (as is San Fran, actually) but it makes absolutely no sense when, like Lea Michele, you are communicating with an audience that goes far beyond the Bay Area.

So I like a little sexytalk during sexytimes. But I don't think anything would dry my vagina up faster than hearing "that thing is swollen" followed by a reference to lunch baggies.

I once took a picture of Ann Coulter's book 'Demonic' and posted it to Facebook with the caption "Oh look, Ann Coulter has written her memoirs..." and my Aunt got PISSED. I couldn't believe somebody would actually defend that horrible, horrible excuse for a human being. I just feel like hissing like a cat when I see…

I caught someone who fainted once. Some dudes across the street gave me a round of applause, and her husband bought me a beer. I guess you could say I caught the fainting woman of my dreams, and her oh so handsome husband.

"That's what happens when I talk too long."

You are an American hero.

For some reason people like to tell me I look like Adele pretty often, like, complete strangers catering weddings I am attending, people on the street, etc., even though really the only features we have in common is the same color hair and relatively similar weights. But these people also always rush to assure me that…