How can you have a complete list without NJ Transit? NY Penn Station is lousy, Newark Penn is a crumbling, dirty pit, and the trains don't run very often (on my line). The buses? Ugh.

Why is it that in every discussion of tipping someone inevitably says that if wait staff are paid a decent salary instead of being forced to rely on tips, they won't provide good service? I thought that was the whole idea of a job.

So Alec would be ok with me calling him a whiny, bitchy, chubby, mean drama queen? Because thse words mean SPECIFIC things to me that are totally complimentary.

One of my friends had a baby in her early 40s. I thought she'd be pretty chilled, since she's a no-nonsense kind of person, but not even close. Her kid is almost 5 now and has the final say in everything. Any hint of "no" results in a massive screaming fit, which ends only when the parents give in.

I wear plus size clothes, and it drives me crazy that when I go to my local mall (a very nice one) I am stuck shopping mainly at the major department stores — and usually only a small, remote corner in each of those. I would love to buy cute work clothes in Ann Taylor or J.Crew or whatever. Occasionally I can wear a…

My brother was a Boy Scout in the mid-70s, and his troop was terrific — they had really dynamic leaders who took the kids camping all the time — even in the middle of winter. They also did lots of outdoor activities and community projects.

Given the fact that this wedding was supposed to be a profit center, I can't help thinking that one of the brides was named Kardashian.*

I believe you meant "Kim's krowning koochamdoodle."

Henry Cavill is the most perfect man on earth. He has been my imaginary boyfriend since "The Tudors."

I think the casting choice is obvious.

I have LOVED Tim Curry since I first saw "Rocky Horror" at the Eighth Street Playhouse in the early 1980s. They used to play videos before the show — here's one of my favorites: Tim Curry — "I Do the Rock." Enjoy — it's stimulating!

I worked for a company where the boss would hire an intern every summer — invariably a pretty girl whose dad was one of his rich pals. The intern's days consisted of answering the phone for an hour or two, then heading out for lunch and shopping and whatever. Talk about money for nothing. None of them ever lasted the…