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Do you think Selena Gomez is starting to feel like Good Luck Chuck?

I bought a bridesmaids dress there and the sizing was inconsistent as hell between different dress styles.  I was a 4 in one dress and a 10 in another.  Not great.

I’ve been fortunate enough to have been in only 2 weddings with David’s Bridal bridesmaid dresses but they were terrible. I would rather pay a bit more and get a decent dress because it’s not like theirs are that much cheaper than good bridesmaid dresses.

I have no less than one thousand questions

And here I found myself, in a support group filled with fabulously dressed widows, all wearing strappy Manolo sandals and delicately pulling out a tissue from their Louis Vuitton purses. I couldn’t help but wonder, in a city as chaotic as New York, are we all destined to murder our husbands?

I teared up reading this.  Did not expect that ending. 

Like nails down a chalkboard! I hope the way the children in this family rebel against their mom's is to value education.

“Me and Tristan will deal with him and I”

“...talks about myself being compared directly to another beautiful woman.”

I kind of don’t think you should regret the last two sentences.

When I lived abroad, I fell hard for a British guy, Paul, who was also living abroad. He had gotten divorced after being married a very short time. He said he walked in on his wife fucking some other guy and he was heartbroken. (In retrospect, this was probably BS.)

Every text I send is pretty damn regrettable because it means I’ve signaled to said person that I am assumed free to chat away then get stuck in a conversation I never wanted to have in the first place.

None because I do my best and most regrettably unforced errors in person thank you very much.

Most regrettable text?

It’s the idea that suicide is something you can DO to a person by breaking their heart.  Obviously external circumstances can influence a person’s mood, but by saying it was because of a broken heart implies that Bourdain was wronged and whoever wronged him is somehow responsible for his death.  Not only that, but as

Hard nope on the “humans used to live to 45" crap. They lived to 60 or so.

This was a stupid post. 

If Rob can’t scrape by on the proceeds from his lemonade stand sock company and his tax obligations are so onerous we clearly aren’t doing enough to lessen the burden on rich people.