Never leave an inebriated friend alone at a bar is for when you go out drinking with a friend and then you get an opportunity to hook up [that you would otherwise jump on], but you realize that means Jessica (who's three sheets to the wind) would have to find her way home on her own. So you do not hook up, or you get…

I believe that's the joke.

I love the idea that fat people don't deserve cute, comfortable or fashionable clothes because we're some form of subhuman monsters who should be given no happiness or goodness until we've lost what ever amount of weight some strangers think is healthy for us.

I am very small up top (size medium) and I have a tiny waist. But I am a size 14 in pants because I have a curvy bottom. Some stores have some weird idea of what a size 14 "should be." It's cut straight and there is no give.

I came here to delete my comment because I realized (belatedly) that it breaks one of my rules for screening my own comments: "remember that no one cares about who or what I find attractive." But I wasn't quick enough and missed the window to edit. So if anyone even notices this dreck down here among the grey sludge,…

To save half of you the trouble: OMG Fatties R Bad. Shame on you Laura for being a fatpologist! Health! CONCERN!!

The number of sanctimonious people who commented on this story in Huffington Post is ridiculous. "WELL, I'M A MOTHER OF THREE WHO NEVERS LEAVES THE HOUSE AND I AM THIN AND FIT WHY CAN'T EVERYONE ELSE LOOK LIKE ME GET THESE GROSS FATTIES OUT OF HERE." Man, fuck off with that shit.

How nice to see a genuine, beautiful, thankful and heartfelt Oscar speech that isn't bookended by terrible jokes and musical cues to get off the stage. This is what the Academy Awards used to be like, before the ceremony became about getting ratings for ABC. What a wonderful, lovely speech.

One thing that is often forgotten is that Jackie Kennedy had given birth to a premature baby, via caesarian section, three and a half months before her husband was assassinated. The poor child died within a week of his birth. Keeping in mind both the heartbreak of losing a child and the fact that 1960s c-sections…

Something that came up in my twitter feed an hour ago,

Hells yeah.

And exactly what part of ANY of this is supposed to make me want to buy Victorias Secret? (Shhhh the secret is that the bras and panties they sell are terrible quality with often loud and ugly prints!!!!)

FLABBY. SIZE. 8.

Watch for her sequel: "A Bun in the Oven? 300 Sandwiches Until He Says 'Sure, I Guess We Could Try For A Baby' At Last".

if you ever want to make a name for yourself in the publishing world, just do something really retro and Stepford-y . . . and wait for some bros to discover it and high five you with money.

You people need to visit my blog: 1,000 Ironed Dress Shirts. It is just pictures of the 1,000 times I've ironed my husband's shirts.

Oh, we don't fight to the point of drama or constant tension. But we do still disagree on things, after 17 years together. There is also no tension cause we know we won't break up over this or anything, and we know once we cool off we will come up with a solution.

The piece called it "long-term birth control," so I assumed otherwise. Thanks for the clarification.

Hamas is more than a terrorist organization. Hamas is a political party and a social welfare organization in addition to the military wing. Wikipedia has a pretty good entry on them.