That's what I thought the consensus was too, but then my endocrinologist mentioned possibly putting me on an 800 calorie/day diet (and he knows I exercise almost every day too, so that would effectively be around 600 calories/day). That's freaking me out and making me doubt him a bit.

Then as long as his intentions and reasons are as good as yours, go for it. And fuck you friends—they can't know what they relationship is like for you, and frankly it sounds like you had a lot going on in your head at the time that they couldn't possibly know how it affected everything.

I guess the question I'm left with is, what has changed since the two of you broke up (other than, nothing else has panned out and he's a bit bored)? What keeps it from going right back to what it was then, that you felt like wasn't enough? I wouldn't consider taking him back without a compelling answer to that…

They believe you'll be a miracle like my aunt who goes into a diabetic coma every time she gets pregnant, yet kept on and eventually had six kids. Her health is a wreck, but she's not dead so she's held up by members of her church as an example of how god will have mercy if you are faithful. I just think she's crazy…

Yeah, I only get the urge to because I think several would be surprised that this responsible married lady right here (who has spent my life working my way up and pays for many many things I don't feel I should have to but hasn't sued anybody about any of it) would be in possession of something they have mentally…

oh I love that one. Because it's just so easy to get a job right now that we can all pick and choose only the absolute perfect companies that we are willing to work for.

There's a part of me that wants to explain to the men I hear kicking up a fuss about this that I use one of the devices under debate here, and the reasons why, that using hormonal bc greatly increases my risk of stroke because of my migraines, making the copper iud the most suitable choice for my body. But then I'm…

the whole thing bugs me on so many levels... I'm hating that

Actually for most of us your employer chooses you. You can choose where you apply, but they may not call you back. You can choose where you don't apply... in the first round, maybe the second, but eventually you will wear down and just need a job.

Matt (pointing): "Puffed sleeves."
Anne: "The puffiest!"

Even the one male inmate really shown (when Piper was transferred to give a deposition), he had a bit of nuance. She assumed he was a rapist based on his leering at her, she was wrong and he was a murderer, and guess what? He still totally helped her, for a price that probably wasn't that difficult for her. That's…

nope, you're a fucking asshole for being an asshole to other people about it and telling them not only how to live their lives but also how to think about them. You're a fucking asshole for assuming that everyone else's struggles are exactly like yours and that you know the magic answer. You're a fucking asshole…

why would anyone want to keep in touch with him when this is the shit he's thinking about them the whole time?

yeah, I was just coming down to ask how Kathrine Heigl managed to get anyone to notice her again? I thought she was solidly off the radar.

I think the thing that rubs people the wrong way about Gwyneth spreading this message is how she (I assume intentionally) makes it look so easy. So the rest of us are like, "oh yeah, I just need to soak this and chop that and go buy a blender because I don't own a lot of gadgets and..." and think about how all that…

So now you're not only skinnier and holier than thou, but you're going to claim to be smarter or saner too? Wow, don't you have the market on high horses cornered!

Seriously. I've been trying hard to improve my eating lately and my biggest trick is making every single dinner be either chicken or fish + salad. Done. One pan, zero blenders required. The other thing that's helped a lot is hard-boiling a whole bunch of eggs over the weekend so that they can be a part of lunches and…

I HATE the "good fatty" thing. It is actually something that works against me actually eating the good foods, and especially against publicly acknowledging that I'm trying to be healthier. Yes, ok, fuck it, I'm dieting. I went to my endocrinologist this week and the weigh-in portion of events was truly shameful, and…

winner winner, someone buy this lady a chicken dinner.

Back in my online dating days, I got a message from a pretty cute guy who seemed interesting enough, professional looking guy, seemed to be just the right amount of dirty (suggestive without being overt, didn't bring that out too soon). We met up for coffee, and he was a solid decade older than his profile claimed.…