We just marked our first year of marriage and on the night of our anniversary we looked at each other and said, "Why does everyone say the first year is the hardest?" It wasn't hard at all. We lived together a little over a year before marrying and had only been dating a little over a year before that, and still, I…

General life policy: avoid things with French names in small pots. It's like you can stick anything in a tiny container and call it Le Crap and people will pay 200 bucks for it.

I just watched the micro-penis episode of New Girl, so I'd like to say that we all have micro-penises. They may not be physical, but they are all there. My micro-penis is that I never finished college. This is not a serious comment for everyone boiling with rage right now.

Maybe they didn't want to spring for someone to dub over her lines?

Fashion jobs are intended to held by girls like Olivia Palermo or Whitney Port, ie. trust funders who are well versed in the finer things and who can take or leave the supplementary income.

In the mid-90's, fresh out of college, I interviewed for an entry-level job at a large fancy fashion magazine conglomerate. I wore a horrible maroon jacket with shoulderpads, a black pencil skirt, and, though I don't recally exactly, probably "skin-colored" hose. The interviewer lady gently informed me that "most…

Jeremy's American frat bro persona needs to become a recurring thing because that was the best part of this episode.

Every single TV show needs more Adam Pally.

Oh man, I wonder what they're doing now. I bet Bart has a couple kids and a mortgage, Lisa is a very talented freelance writer who constantly hits Marge up for money and wonders why she can't find any good guys on OKCupid, Homer has unfortunately died of his numerous health problems, and Marge would never admit it to…

I pole dance and taught for a year. I'm currently taking a flexibility/circus contortion class from a silks aerialist who is really, really concerned about form. I think she has a gymnastics background. I was helping my fellow classmates with that very problem (it's always that back foot, innit?) just last week.…

Still, thinking I might have something to learn about proper nonfiction scholarship, I picked up Yardley's biography of the writer Frederick Exley—and was shocked to discover that because he wanted to write "a story instead of a study" (emphasis his), he provided not one endnote, which he dismissed as "clutter."…

I could not have enjoyed her polite evisceration of this reviewer any more.

Oh man, and the 1 star reviews on Amazon are even worse:

I like this trend. At least if I don't like the guy, I still have something nice to look at.

This is so beautiful. Every bit of it.

sweet satan, do I love mint wedding dresses. MINT FOREVER, WHITE NEVER.

I feel like a terrible person because I want to straighten her back leg and tell her to get her crotch on the ground. Oh, wait, I am not a terrible person, I teach ballet.

I'm paler than she is. And I also spent a significant chunk of my youth feeling like absolute worthless shit and getting sunburns and trying to find self-tanner that didn't make me look absolutely orange because people told me I was "too pale."

Straighten out that back foot, girl, and I'll respect your hypersplit.

You think her face is pale?? Oh dear. I must be glows in the dark, alien life form pale.