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I don't disagree with what's been written here at all, but I'll say I genuinely gasped when she walked out for her reveal. I was shocked. As I said that night, you know, who can blame her - she knows she's in a competition to win $250,000 by losing the biggest percentage of weight, and she won. Then later, I read an

As others have said, this woman who "played the game to its logical conclusion" finally laid bare the inherit fallacy of the show's core concept - that it's worth torturing yourself to lose weight, whatever the cost.

Picture it pussycat: rural Connecticut, 1997. The local teen center was holding a punk show. I wore my coolest outfit—black Jncos and a Pink Floyd t-shirt with Doc Martens. Monsieur was wearing a black trenchcoat. I went up to him and told him I was going to flirt with him. He said okay, so I did.

Six months prior, he had humiliated me in a class he was TA-ing. I sat behind him in another class, and the instructor kept talking about Franz Schubert's syphilis "attacks."

During a break, I was ranting to my friends about the excessive and nonsensical use of the phrase "syphilis attakcs" as he walked by, and I

I wouldn't know. But it does sometimes suck to be a brown person and being forced to listen to guilty white people squee over brown kids the way people do baby monkeys at a zoo

Word. I had a leadership role at the church her family goes to. I don't go there anymore, mainly because the church has changed drastically from a few years ago, when her husband was the recovery/addiction pastor.
She and her husband are the real deal, and she is brutally honest on her blog.
Oh, and I want to write like

They don't ask men because they assume the wives and girlfriends are doing all of the work to help balance. They don't assume the reverse (or the hiring of help, for single women...or hell, couples do that, too) for boyfriends and husbands. It's sexist shit from all angles.

I could give a shit about the quality or the price - I just wish they'd up their size range.

i'll agree with this. i heard someone whisper to me once in a yoga class (of all place), "look at her! spandex is a privilege, not a right." ugh terrible.

They are 7. They don't expect to go into the biz, but I'll make sure to pass your acting notes along to them.

When I first started watching this show I was so confused. At first I thought it was about the blond girl. Then I started wondering if it was about this black hair girl. Then I was wondering if it was a Dawson from the Creek. So confusing! but I loved it for it!

My masseters are swole, brah! Tomorrow will by zygomaticus day! Feel the burn!

So, if I read this correctly, I'm supposed to lift weights but not make faces while doing so? Sounds awesome, but I wonder how my fellow gym-goers will react to my psycho blank-faced stare plus terrifying constipated noises, which is the combination I see as the alternative to making weightlifting faces.

You know what makes you look old? Getting old. The only alternative is to die young.

God, those are incredible. Thank you so much for linking to her work.

I'm loving this blog!

I love Kristen. She makes me have hope for Christianity.

It's like when Dick Cheney shot that guy in the face and the gunshot victim apologized to him for the trouble that the incident caused Cheney.