Doesn't New York have a ton of other fucking problems to solve without policing who he shows his dick to? It's sort of equivalent to slut-shaming, isn't it?

I must be the only one who thinks she knows who she married, and what his proclivities are (even if he is the internet equivalent of a subway flasher), and that they have an "arrangement". Maybe she sees traditional marriage vows as bourgeois. I don't know.

Lunapads has a program called Pads4Girls where you can purchase a cloth menstrual pad set and send it to a girl in need in developing nations.

Often, yes, the MPB genes pass from mother to son. My ex-husband was graced with his grandfather's genetics. Poor guy.

Dodai does yeoman's work, tearing down the tabloids each week so I don't have to subject myself to buying them.

Well, maybe he'll get Kate's genes for hair. Genetics are a funny thing!

He wins at puberty. That man is hot.

It's time to revoke her celebrity card for being seen in public while less than perfect.

Is it just me, or have tabloids gotten even more terrible over the years? I used to love reading People as my guilty pleasure when stuck in an airport, but lately it's starting to remind me of the overly-sweet candy I used to love as a kid and can't stomach now.

The quote about, "And I don't have to visit her grave" got me right in the feels.

Please - be selfish! There's nothing wrong with thinking of yourself from time to time, especially when you think so much of your friend. That's why I tell my story, because I want people to see that it can get better. Hope during dark times is what got me through. Love to you and your friend.

I just imagine this corgi puppy batting it around:

I'm so lucky to have a medication combination that works for me now. It felt a little like trying to unlock a bank safe with a stethoscope at first, though. :(

I forgot to say this with my first comment: Thank you.

If Amanda could tell us what her imaginaryfriend said, I imagine it'd look a lot like this.

I've been 5150'd. It helped, but wasn't a magic bullet to sanity.

Why can't it be Nathan Fillion with the sext scandals? I'd pay good money to see that.

Well, you know, my mom always used cutesy names for it...

Yup. When I moved to Iowa from Canada when I was 7, it was with a kilo of weed strapped to my Cabbage Patch doll.

Wiener says those messages happened, like, a long, long time ago: