I'm sorry to have missed the original post, because I'm at a bit of a mascara turning point in my life. A cousin cornered me into a Mary Kay demo at a family reunion weekend last year, and I felt like I had to buy something (because, cousin), so I went with the mascara, and to my everlasting surprise I LIKE IT SO…

I'm sorry to have missed the original post, because I'm at a bit of a mascara turning point in my life. A cousin…

I had that experience with a consultant at our office once! In the time between two meetings with him, I had all my hair cut off, and when he saw the new ‘do the first thing he said was “what does your husband think?”

Coincidentally, the Kansas City airport is closer to Denver than K.C. Maybe they should switch.

No kidding!! Her classmates best be setting up a tux rental fund for her, peedee cue.

I like that Radar explains, though, that the divorce is still “100% on.” No half measures for Goop! When she gets divorced, she gives it one hundred percent.

After following the link, it seems more like January Jones’s son doesn’t find the fact of her fame to be cool. How much validation do you need, January?

Because she is a woman, she is by definition “built like a woman.” The factory offers more than just one model.

It’s sort of inherently patronizing, no matter who you’re talking about, but there are certain limited contexts in which it’s probably OK. Like if you write a lot of letters of recommendation for high school debate students, that would be fine.

You have, you just don’t know you have. We don’t talk about it.

I am you, you are me.

I don't think so…they may still bring it out for special events?

Big Gay Ice Cream used to be a food truck and was basically like amazingly hacked delicious Mister Softee, but now they have real storefronts, which somehow seem less novel and exciting (but remain delicious).

Thank you, Velda Vogt, for wearing shoes. And for having the best nail polish.

Tortuous interference confuses me. It just seems like a tricky work-around that lets a plaintiff go after the person with the most money—I mean, Prince himself didn't have a contract with The Voice.

I thought that accident was a chain-reaction thing, and he was in the middle of the chain?

My comment was directed more toward the idea that experiencing a hair pat-down made me aware of exactly how foolish the practice is, with absolutely no real utility that I could see, whether for my hair or anyone else's; not toward a claim that I can relate to Singleton's particular experience. That's why I…

I once had my hair searched (I'm also white). My hair at that time was thick, but not super-thick. I didn't really find the process too disruptive—it basically just involved her squeezing my ponytail a couple times—but I remember wondering what the hell they thought they were going to find in there.

I think this is something they tell you at Crossfit.

Cheating workers out of money for a job you've hired them to perform is "fun"? Does this also apply to, like, people you hire to work at your home? "Your bathroom retiling isn't all that, brah! BOOM, I am defaulting on this contract!!"

This is also true of "Sex Box," which just tickles me.