Thanks guys! I can't help following up with some snowball-catching action shots. She is a Chicago dog 100%.

Pets! My baby Greta is from PAWS! This is Greta in Lincoln Park. My cats, however, are from the Anti-Cruelty Society. In sum, Billy Corgan is awesome. Look at that genuine smizing.

I love this.

I also really appreciated this remark. Comparison is the thief of joy, and it distorts our expectations. When I think about what running and squats have done in terms of comparing my own "before" with my own "after," instead of wishing I had J. Lo's ass, I feel pretty happy and proud of myself for the small…

Those lyrics are fascinatingly portable to these facts. The folly of man: FLATZILLA.

She is so beautiful. Her breasts are nothing less than supernatural.

This is so weird and true! It is all about the lower body for me. Thick haunches, firm round butt >> big chest and arms, any day.

Where can I buy these for my man and his ultrabuilt thighs???

Thanks, yes, I really don't get the shock and horror and certainty that the children of these women are scarred and abused. Methinks some of them doth protest too much, maybe... like the one who had a baby recently and might be grappling with (repressing?) some of her own not-so-positive feelings? Who knows what…

Thanks :) Things really are better. And you know what, they were never horrible ALL of the time. Like I said, it's just moments—but those moments can take on a monstrous life of their own when you feel unsupported and feel this overwhelming pressure because it was your choice to have kids. I just wish parents…

But anonymously. I hope no one can trace any of these outbursts to the actual parent posting them.. because that would be very bad.

It's a choice.. and it isn't. You can think it's going to be a wonderful, life-changing, love-filled experience, and then— you have your baby and realize you're not good at this at all. You realize you're not as generous as you thought you would be. The fun moments are very rare sprinklings amidst a seemingly…

My mother left Japan for the US in 1964, when she was 22. She tried dating one guy in Japan—he told her she didn't laugh properly, it was too loud for a woman, and she showed all of her teeth. She got out of there promptly.

I kind of miss that gray/not-gray thing we used to have.

Yeah, except for St Patrick's Day my partner's newborn niece wore a onesie that said "You have to ask my dad before you kiss me." Hilarious on so many fronts.

This woman's hair is driving me insane. I'm just frantically brushing imaginary hair off my own face.

Can we talk about Ellaria's weird-ass jumpsuit?

I actually genuinely love Elizabeth, too, in large part because I'm a little stodgy and old-fashioned. But all the diminutive forms of Elizabeth are really charming to me—Betsy, Libby, Bitty, Birdy, Bess. I might just rotate among these and confuse everyone.

Just want to say I love the name Betsy! I would consider Elizabeth for a daughter just for the opportunity to use that nickname...

How do child endangerment laws work in international waters? Seems to me that a kid shouldn't necessarily have to die for the parents to be held responsible for putting the kid's life in danger. I just don't know how any such laws would be enforced in this context.