Donnie stepped into the bedroom, shrugging off his leather jacket and sauntering to the bed, where Jenny lay, emitting a coy little giggle at his approach. As he slid down onto the soft, yielding mattress, she rolled onto her arched back, tingling with anticipation.

"Talk dirty to me, Donnie," she croaked.

Donnie…

FINE. I love Anna Kendrick now. YOU WIN, INTERNET. She was hella annoying in both "Up In The Air" and "50/50" but between "Pitch Perfect" and her Twitter feed, I kind of want to go on a pub crawl with her.

I hear what you are saying, but I am also old enough to remember when "motherhood is a job" was a mind-blowingly radical thing to say. Post-WWII American society so sanitized and romanticized mothers that "being a mom" translated to "sitting around gossiping with the gals, drinking coffee — or something stronger — and…

My disagreement comes from how our country views parenting vs. other countries AND what our country will pay for that you wouldn't expect them to. Sure, you have every other country but ours, Liberia, Papua New Guinea and Swaziland with paid maternity laws, thus acknowledging the idea that people should be paid by…

I assume that "There's no tougher job than being a mom" is just the sanitized, socially acceptable way of saying "Goddamn, sometimes being a mom is just fucking shitty and sucks major dick."

Amen, sister. My boobs are fantastic until... they get in the way. I bought a v. cute dress at Target and it fits like a dream except in my boobage-al area. The buttons just will not stay buttoned, to the horror of the other gymnastics moms. OOPS. Sorry about my fantastic rack, y'all.