I buy all my undergarments from LB. The underwire-free bras are changing my life.

Mama Joyce is... something.

(I consider Kandi Burruss an exception on these counts.)

I can’t believe Cynthia didn’t shut Kenya down completely about the ‘mmercial (as they put it). Kenya didn’t bother coming to the pitch meeting. I would have told her sorry you missed the opportunity. Now I can’t even be a reference for you because you flaked without the courtesy of a call.

I want to love Nene. But her inability to ever say she’s sorry for hurting people is too damn familiar.

Every other day, I ask myself “why does everyone hate women so much?”

Oh. My. God. I never went out of my way to watch Gallagher - mostly because of the smashing stuff bit. But this seems sad and lonely.

At one time, most women who were murdered in the US were killed by an intimate partner or spouse. My guess is that this is still true, and that the same holds for pregnant women who are murdered.

Really? I never saw that coming. Not that I spent a whole lot of time thinking about Gallagher...

Our pets are too accustomed to our servitude.

YOU DID! YOU LOOKED LIKE A MONCHICHI!

Oh, see? This is a problem. I need to munch all these babies chubby cheeks. I want to nom my monitor.

Got out of bed this morning, saw my dog walking into the room and blurted out: “Damn, doggie! Back at it again with the white paws!”

Hey, me too! I figure it’s because if an movie mom-to-be aborted her child, the movie would end. Either because there wouldn’t be much dramatic tension afterward because no baby, or because American entertainment tends to kill off characters who get abortions.

I adore Love Actually and I will never apologize for it.

As an anglo American with no upper lip, I am offended by this review.

I swear my dogs fight over sleeping on my feet. Pins and needles every day. Yayness.

His face is a cosmic dumpster of smarm.

Pat Robertson says so!

We get enough of his smug-ass mug on television and online, amirite?