I don't know why everybody rags on Lena so hard. I mean, I get it if she's not your cup of tea, but she isn't awful. She's actually decently clever and a vocal feminist. The discussion about privilege is one thing but it's basically been overshadowed by bandwagon snark. Now, don't get me wrong, I love snark but not…

Me! I pre-ordered it on Amazon and everything. My guilty pleasure is reading celebrity memoirs.

I am. I thought the essay that was floating around was pretty good.

I'm really glad she's happy and feeling proactive because the media was brutal with her. I posted a comment on another article about being fat and dating a muscular fit guy, some stranger called me fatso, said my bf is obviously cheating on me etc. It's weird how suggesting fat people can be beautiful or attractive…

As somebody who resides in Grand Forks and has met her, I can tell you she is just as awesome as you all think she is. Restaurants in the area invite her, in which she will respond with, no doubt, a grammatically correct letter, written in cursive. She also reminds them she will show up unannounced, so as to make a…

My Midwestern grandma would only eat at truck stops. Preferably with all you can eat macaroni salad bars. There was no irony there - she was convinced that truckers know the best places. Sometimes we'd drive around looking for a restaurant with enough big trucks parked outside before she'd agree to go in. I only…

When my grandmother writes about food, it's limited to submitting recipes to her church's fundraiser cookbook. Of course, these are versions of recipes that other little old ladies already submitted, but she just had to submit her own. You see, as she tells me each time we speak, the pastor likes hers the best.

I swear to god I thought the headline said "Elderly Communist" and I was so excited to read the review.

I was going to say Hemingway. She would have sounded exactly like him if she'd talked more about drinks and ended up fucking Miguela.

This is sweet little old lady for "Go fuck yourselves, smug internet pricks" and it is awesome.

I'm a pastry chef. I desperately wanted to be one and I have ditched college to do it. I love my job. Pastries have always been my mother's speciality. "Oh, you failed your exam/didn't do well on your job interview/got ditched by your date? Of course you did. I expected as much, so I baked you some pastries to make…

I just love the idea that there's someone out in the world right now who could say "Please, Lord Cavendish is so formal. Call me Peregrine."

What part of this is Christopher Walken? WHAT'S THE POINT OF HIRING CHRISTOPHER WALKEN IF HE DOESN'T EVEN GET TO BE CHRISTOPHER WALKEN IN ALL OF HIS CHRISTOPHER WALKEN-NESS?!

Thats cool you see it that way. I'm half Dominican and have been to Santeria parties. I was told it was a combination of African Voodoo mythology and Catholicism. My aunts had a vela (candle) for every god damened thing. One for grades, one for their school crush, one to be allowed to go out Friday night and so on.…

Did anyone else catch this Slate piece about a woman who escaped Quiverfull? So scary:

I think her name was Carmindy or something like that. She has a makeup line now. I can't freakin' believe I know this shit. Yet I can't remember anything from the Stats class I took in college.

Don't you dare insult Clinton Kelly in this house.

When I was a kid, I asked my parents why giving the middle finger was bad, and they told me it meant "go to hell". But we were atheists, so I didn't believe in hell. So I went around giving the finger to all the kids in my kindergarten class, to the dismay of my teacher, who did not accept "it's okay, I don't…

We've always used the proper terms with our kiddo (I'm a biologist, I'm not going to call it a wee-wee or a hoo-haa or whatever). She was then told by other kids she was saying "bad words." Her teacher started to tell her not to say those and she proudly said "My mommy says those are the right words and not to use…

Yeah...I also feel like generally teenage girls don't need to be told to count calories, or go into bars with drunk adult men.