People who bad mouth the conservatorship clearly don’t remember where Britney was before it. Or have forgotten where Linsday Lohan—-who didn’t have a responsible parent to help her when she fell apart or ever for that matter—-is now.

Good pediatricians pay attention to their kids. The one we have for all three of my kids (been there since day one for all of them) always takes a few minutes at each appointment to really talk to them and he asks my wife and I if they’ve had any big personality changes or signs of depression. Every, single, time.

Thoughts and prayers

I disagree with this sentence:

Now he’s Liukin for a new job.

Well, now that he can no longer wall off giant sections of state owned public beaches for his own use, I imagine his future beach visits will mostly involve concerned biologists trying to get him back into the water.

Just like Yoda wanted to think of himself as a cool lovable muppet and not a CGI mess.

Just want to say “Thank You” to the African American voters of Alabama for keeping American from embarrassing ourselves once again.

I hope the agent enjoys his ten percent off these contracts. And that he does not smoke all the cigs in one day.

Yesterday afternoon, I looked at my phone and saw:

My mom had a stroke a few years ago that paralyzed one side of her body. It’s been a long tough road for her to get any semblance of mobility back in her leg and hand.

If you mean cheering one on, I’m in.

I’m on Team Stroke.

Mr. NMY sent me the link to the announcement today, and I wept. I was 14 years old when it happened to me, and I didn’t tell anyone because I thought no one would believe me. I went with him willingly, he was my boyfriend, and I was wearing a tank top and a skirt. That small part of me that is still 14 years old cried…

Prince Harry called to say that I was PROBABLY going to be the best man at their wedding, but I’d have to agree to an interview and a major photo shoot. I said probably is no good and took a pass. Thanks anyway!

This is gold, nothing tops letting imbeciles make imbeciles of themselves in public.

I’ve lived in New York pretty much my entire (long) adult life and the one thing I will never get used to is people eating on the sidewalk, or in the subways, or picking at their lunch on the way back to the office in an elevator. I wasn’t exactly raised by Emily Post but even I know doing a two-legged impersonation…

American liberals and their need to preface every gun control debate with “obviously, we don’t want to ban all guns” will be the death of us.