It bugs the shit out of me when people can't be self-aware about what they don't know. Look, I'm not going to try to fix my own car, because I'll just fuck it up. There are professionals whose skills I respect who can fix that shit. If you're a celeb who wants to start a ~lifestyle site~, the best sign you've got a…

Is there a parody site for this called "Perverse" yet? If not, why not? I nominate Kelly and Shrayber.

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I will forever treasure Preserve's prose due to the glory that was "backyard-cum-feasting-hall."

No question, this is the fault of the hospital and the CDC. They have the final say, they're to blame.

This story is so tragic. Such suffering, to have to live in Dallas AND get married in Cleveland.

Evan Rachel Wood might be dating The L Word's Katherine Moennig

The man once known as MARK SHRAYBER decides what you consider newsworthy.

Thank you, and I am so thrilled that he will ask me ANYTHING, but of course, there is the dark side to that. I can only handle (without giggling) so many questions he asks me.

But what frustrates me about this particular piece is that she, in exposing how horrible people can be, became herself complicit in subjecting every black attendee to racism or misogynoir. I passed up multiple invitations to attend the exhibit with friends because I had no intention of being placed in that position…

Yes! One of my pet peeves is all the motivational fitness posts that say things like "pain means you need to keep going!" no, pain means you should probably slow down and/or stop.

That is terrible. You should fix that immediately. Patrick Swayze was a national treasure. Dirty Dancing, Road House and Point Break are all essential viewing, and I say this as a film snob who loves Lynch and Almodovar. The Swayze transcends all taste.

What a crazy talented little guy! He's so precise and so fluid at the same time. Really goes to show how much of this kind of movement in innate instead of learned (as I know far too well—years of ballet classes never made me any less jerky or clumsy).

This is the perfect time to announce that my son asked me very seriously if me and my husband "dressed up" for sex. I asked "Dressed as what?"
The answer? SAID COMPLETELY SERIOUSLY. "You know, like Santa and Mrs. Claus".

Most. Heterosexual. Ad. For. Sex. Ever.

Nothing guarantees I'll give you my phone number like the realization that you obviously believe I'm too stupid to know what my phone is. I mean, swoon. I'll never have to worry my pretty little head about knowing anything as long as you're around!

I was once on the phone with my mother while some dude tried to get my number. I said no (politely) and kept walking. He kept trying. I was walking down the street, obviously talking on the phone, and he would not leave me alone. Finally, I looked him dead in the eyes and said, " I don't have a phone." Since I was,…

I grew up with and continue to use the MBTA. When I was about 17, I had a discussion with my mom and her friend about some subway creepers I had encountered that day. My mom' s friend, RIP MJR, gave me some great advice. She said, "There are two kinds of looks you can give a man, the fuck you look and the fuck me…