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Someone's been watching "Barbarella"! Maybe not original, Ms. Grande, but your source material is at least solid. Carry on, tiny singer-person, and if you continue using Early Fonda as inspiration, I expect we'll next see you echoing hooker-in-boots-with-shaggy 'do a la "Klute".

I am so, so sorry to hear that the Jez staff is having to deal with this, and even more so that they are receiving no support from Gawker Media's military junta…uh, I mean corporate office. Failing to change or improve the anonymous burner option under the guise of insider tips is lame at best. I chose the burner

Well, I'm turning 50 in two weeks and am really depressed about it. This news either:
A) gives me something to be perversely happy about because it's a show that deals with folks facing the burning question of how their plastic surgery at the dog groomer went so wrong;

Oooh, yes please!

Slightly off-topic, but where does the line between "wardrobe" and "costume designer" begin and end? Because in my unfamiliar-with-the-job-mind, "wardrobe" seems more about creating a character's style (or, rather a lack thereof as evidenced by all these button-front schmata and linen pants wearing ladies); whereas my

I am terrible, terrible person. I am going directly to Hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect $100, because I JUST LAUGHED MY ASS OFF. Like poor, distraught Sadie, I have tears running down my face, but they are TEARS OF JOY.

Let's see: Luc Besson + ScarJo + Ass-kicking strong woman lead? = Yes, please!

Have anything from the collection? Is it well-made? I'm super curious about the quality and the cut. (And yes, that orange dress is lovely.)

Like this conversation needs another voice from the interwebs wilderness…..however, I would love the IBM execs to have had this chit-chat over martoonis:

"You know, we really need to stop hiring younger men. They just keep calling in sick hungover and jacking-off in the bathroom again and again and again. It's a real

Oh, wow, a pattern! That makes me sound like I thought it through….frankly, I sort of draped the fabric over my husband, then pinned it and sewed it!

Though my post was in jest, I must, quite sadly, agree with you.

Sweet mother of flying baby rabbits!

I recently finished creating what I am referring to as the Helen Roper Memorial Beach and Pool Caftan. It's a pretty simple little number, but the fabric is a gorgeous Pucci-esque printed silk charmeuse. I'm happy with it, with one caveat: Should I ever have the great good fortune to be clad in the HRMBaPC and

Well, the secret's out. We really didn't want anyone to know this, but it's true: No woman in the entire Commonwealth of Massachusetts goes to the gym or works out.

Trying quantify loss and tragedy is ridiculous and futile, because really, this is no "more" heartbreaking and pissing-me-offish than the loss of innocent life in any conflict; however, as someone who works in support of healthcare and medical research, this loss is particularly acute.

At the risk of sounding like I'm promoting industrial goo, is good old fashioned powdered CoffeeMate an option for tea and/or coffee? I wonder only because there seems to be a fairly heavy "industrial" component in the manufacture of non-moo-based milks, so maybe the industrial element in CoffeeMate would be an

fewer teens losing their virginities behind terrestrial neon pirate ships;

And now, with the advent of Paris Hilton's latest video, technology and science have finally proven that it's possible to fully download one's consciousness into a music video. Because I fully believe that in her head, this is what Ms. Hilton perceives the world to be like: A big, sparkly, crystal, fairy-winged,

Yes, good on them. They are the proud owners of 50 of the largest, ugliest passenger planes. Oh A380….you wish you were this pretty!

You forgot the "Getting Married Over 40 So I Don't Need the Bullshit Trappings but I Want the Wedding" wedding.