I don't think Branson is a creep, but their little "worlds apart" story is getting tiresome. It's going the route of a Barbara Cartland novel at this point. I just hope it gets more interesting in the next few episodes.

I'm with you. I have no idea what the hell happened on SNL, I have no idea who this person is, and frankly, I can't muster the energy to care (except I've mustered enough to comment and say I don't care).

Agreed - definitely needs more research! I drink a massive amount of Diet Coke, also. And I have rampant endometriosis, which loves to feed on estrogen. But I also drink a lot of coffee. Do they cancel each other out? Come on, scientists! Maybe this pheonomenon has nothing to do with caffeine or cola. Maybe…

What a great name for your hairy little friend! I obsessively rub my thumbnail over my chin whisker (it's on the underside of my chin) when I notice it's growing back, testing it to see when it'll be long enough for tweezin'. I call mine "Pokey."

Hello?! Moonstruck!

Clear straps on Kelly Bensimon's shoes? What, where? Oh, sorry, I didn't notice them 'cause I couldn't stop goggling at the GIANT BUNION on her right foot. Yeowch!

There are times when I can't believe I was born, raised and continue to live willingly in Oklahoma. This is one of those times.

Same here. I mean, mine's all covered with scar tissue and adhesions from endometriosis and it's going to be removed soon so I can sit upright without pain anymore. But I'd certainly consider donating it to Rick. After all, every uterus is sacred.

One look at Jessica Biel's dress and the words that went through my mind were "Gunne Sax by Jessica McClintock." Um... been there, done that, don't want to do it/see it again.

86 degrees....that's so cute! Meanwhile, it's 96 degrees in Oklahoma, but it feels like 110! What a bargain!