This story just reminded me about years ago, when I was a teenager, working in a KFC. There was a nearby McDonalds restaurant where we'd often get food to break up the amount of fried chicken we were eating on our breaks.

Oh shit! Your comment just made me realise the types of movies I cannot tolerate.

That's what I get for not reading the actual article, I didn't notice she was 48. Also, I was an assistant for a plaintiff personal injury firm for years and I'm probably the most biased person ever.

When I read this post my initial reaction was: oh shit, the insurer's instructions must've been "we don't want to pay shit for this" based on the defendant lawyer saying that the jury shouldn't award any damages. But I really think the jury got the damages amount wrong by a long shot.

That place you linked to looks really ace. I almost said in my other post there MUST be reputable places that look after the welfare of animals. When I went, I was 18 and I suspect I would've paid something like $20 to ride an elephant for an hour and was so naïve and totally shocked by what I saw. In retrospect I now…

Bold assumption really. I mean I can't tell from the photo. But... I have been to Thailand and visited one of these elephant ride/monkey show set ups and the elephants were rocking side to side which is a sign of distress and they are on incredibly short chains, like less than 1 metre of slack. My sister has a photo…

Ugh! Seeing people I otherwise respect put up photos of distressed exotic animals on Facebook etc from their trips to Thailand or Bali or wherever INFURIATES ME!

You and me both! I finally grew mine back after having them "stolen" by an overly eager beautician. I'll be damned if I now have to bleach these puppies!

God yes! I am so thankful for my first job in the real world, I was a beauty therapist for a few years from the age of 19 and I saw a ton of women all different shapes, sizes and ages. It was so eye opening and I credit the experience for giving me some pretty realistic standards and a huge appreciation for my own…

ugh! I live in France and this week I've noticed every male 17-35 years old has that hair cut! Hilarious.

My father wanted to name me "Cherish", luckily my mother stepped in when I was born. I think he lost naming rights when he said if I were to be a boy he liked the name "Hugh" which he thought was pronounced "hug". So, Cherish or Hug. Mum named me Emma.

The couple of times I've had to buy pregnancy tests (all of which would not have resulted in a "woo hoo" if positive) I've had huge anxiety over what else to put in my shopping trolley to make it look like a normal, every day shop but always being super broke. I remember once buying fancy, expensive cereal, light…

I turned that off last night after about 12 minutes. I was so excited by the cast I ignored warnings that it was shit and tried so hard to watch it but it was so, so shitful!

Awesome!

My French boyfriend conveniently went to bed just as the votes were being tallied. Now I know why.

I can absolutely recommend going. I got to see a semi final this year. I come from Australia (where Eurovision is HUGE) and I decided to move to Europe last year so I could see a Eurovision concert (also, because my boyfriend lives here but people who know me understand the move was 80% to go to Eurovision)

WE'RE GOING TO AUSTRIA!!

I saw her in real life at the semi final and I don't know if it was Eurovision magic but she was glowing!

I was there last night for the semi-final!!!! Honestly, it was amazing and Conchita's performance was awesome and the support from the crowd was huge. I'm on a massive come down today but I'm so, so pumped for the final. I really, really hope Conchita wins.

Yes! Since I've moved to Europe I've had to work though it a bit because there are so many small, quiet boutiques. Sometimes I'm scared I'll accidentally buy something I really, really can't afford and don't even want.