It's too bad I don't have $135 million. It would be hilarious for my husband to own that.

How very sad. I'm glad I know myself well enough to know I'd regret it

Tattoos are really personal. As much as I'd love to see them, I respect that she keeps them hidden. I don't show mine off - I knew when I got them that I'd be working office jobs forever, so they're in easy-to-cover spots. Few people at my job know I even have them.

I don't have any outrage for this. Sorry.

Nice. Thanks for following up with me and letting me know. Several of my friends were indeed interested in trying this.

Wait, what? "Laters, baby???"

As if what happened to her wasn't horrible enough...that no one was looking for her breaks my heart.

I can't get behind that green net thing. And I firmly believe if Lupita can't make it look good...it can't be made to look good. The lady herself however...still damned beautiful.

I have one of these. I got it at the semi annual sale because they're ridiculously expensive otherwise - they had one in my size. It's fantastic! It's comfy and it does what it's supposed to. But sexy it is not.

I have always thought that Kanye perpetually looks like a pissed off toddler who was just told he wasn't getting a new toy he wanted o-so-badly. So this doesn't really inspire any new feeling in me.

It hits the theater down the street from me the week of the 16th and I am THERE.

It actually hasn't happened to me a lot (but then, my look is on the tame side). Where I'm originally from, I'd get dirty looks in some places, but that was about it.

It's the only thing I can think of. No one else I know who frequents the place has dealt with that level of rudeness. But there is so much to eat in my neighborhood, it's hardly a loss!

Busboys & Poets. I've never had anyone else tell me they had a similar experience, but both times we ate there we got poor service, and then we were VERY rudely turned away.

Busboys. You guessed right.

Sorry, not buying that. That gets you an "I'm sorry, there's a more than 30 minute wait, we're short handed." The host reached behind me, opened the door, and gestured for us to leave.

That's the one. It wasn't the first time we got attitude there, but it was certainly the last. And I mean...the host was really, really rude. He opened the door and gestured with his hand for us to step outside.

We have a restaurant in our neighborhood that's supposed to be the epitome of hip - vegan options, slam poetry, open mic night - everyone raves about it. I've never gotten decent service there. Once, we were turned away from a half empty restaurant because they had "no tables." I suspect it's because we're goth. …

My name is not hard. Especially if you see it in an email, because "Regards, Guin" is immediately followed by Guinevere J. Lastname and my address. People still call me Goo-eeen. Read a book, people.

It's funny...for years and years, I didn't want to leave West Virginia. I wanted West Virginia to get better so I could stay. I finally realized that was never going to happen and left. I'm way happier!