I eat like that and am 120 - 125 lb. at any given moment. But I only eat one meal a day. (And two snacks.) I always assumed that Liz Lemon (for example) was the same, because of her schedule. In my case, I often just sleep instead of eating breakfast and then have a coffee and walk my dog instead of eating lunch. I’m…

yeah i’d put grace, liz and leslie at the top of the list

You just deacribed every city that is remotely interesting or worth living in, to be fair.

If the writing on a TV show is good enough, then I’d think a lot of people could overlook the oversized apartments that are needed for the camera shots anyway.

To answer the headline- my mom. My mom cares about the unrealistic apartment size standards set by tv shows. She was especially appalled by the living units on Friends, so much so that I couldn’t watch it until I moved into a dorm for school. And then, when sharing a 250 (tops) sq ft living space with a stranger, I…

Yep. I feel weird reading this thread as a small person who just ate a box of mac n cheese and a ritter sport for dinner. This is real life to some of us, you guys! Not all small people are salad nibblers.

Or gone to a happy hour with a free buffet or an “after-work drinks event” just for nutritional purposes.

Did you read the linked story about the three girls looking for a two-bedroom? I’m convinced whoever writes the column is entirely aware and entirely jaded about their job and they people they have to interview for it. Real quote: “They just couldn’t live that way.” In its own, dramatic, one-sentence paragraph.…

Also, see every Katherine Heigl romantic comedy. And You’ve Got Mail. And one I saw on tv today: Something Borrowed.

On a related note: In episode 2F09 when Itchy plays Scratchy’s skeleton like a xylophone, he strikes the same rib twice in succession, yet he produces two clearly different tones. I mean, what are we to believe, that this is some sort of a magic xylophone or something? Boy, I really hope somebody got fired for that…

No it’s real. Too fucking real. Fucking New York. This place sucks a bag of dicks and is also amazing. Very strange dichotomy. But the complaining is real as fuck.

Or she could say “I had blood coming out of my wherever,” then wink.

What kind of dinner will a blow job get a person?

All right, the whole story doesn’t exactly cover me with glory.

this picture looks like an add for her ass plastic surgeon .  

I think you have an autocorrect fail here (Damn you, Autocorrect!)

One of my favorite plays ever.

l live here and I’m 41. Nobody is doing this crazy living-in-a-box shit except for young white gentrifiers. I rent, I know people who own. I live in a normal one-bedroom apartment. You don’t have to leave the state to do that. I don’t base who I fuck on whether they own a home, but different strokes.

It’s not.

Were you and her close-knit?