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Yes I seem to remember the trend of Ugg-type (though possibly not always Ugg-brand, so possibly just cloth/fake fur) boots with dresses peaking in 2004- 2005. And Nicole Richie was just as guilty. But as for Ugg-brand, like the sheepskin-lined leather ones, they are warm and I didn't know that fashion frowned upon

I mean, she used to, if my US Mag pix were to be believed. I just googled "Pamela Anderson Uggs" and like, 12 pictures of her in Uggs came right up . . . You mean because she's vegetarian/vegan? It's true they may not have been Uggs brand, I can't tell . . .

"Uggs, the warm Aussie boots that no one is supposed to wear besides tacky people because fashionistas say so "

That's true, but some fat people (myself, and possibly the contestant?) do need to work out 90 minutes a day, at least, to lose even 1- 5 lbs a week (and five lbs. a week at her (and my) former size is not crazy-dangerous, because the more you weigh, the more that comes off, at first). I always had to work out more

Also—and this is just my own personal little story, because I don't know this woman's story, really—when I was in weight-loss zone at various times in my life, I really, really liked walking/doing aerobics, and did it for 3.5- 4 hours a day (while full-time employed as a first/second year attorney—so, busy at work!),

See, I didn't take it that quote as Meme Roth saying, "to be fair and give equal time, you will then have to do Princess Cancer, Infertility, and Diabetes," I took it as her saying, "You will have to explain to the kids that Princess Plus-Size will *inevitably* lead to her later incarnations, when she gets cancer,

I have Type 1 and I'm fat; got it when I was 8 (pre-fat, kinda) at which age I also developed Hashimoto's Thyroidosis (sp?) (I'm one of those mythical fat people with a thyroid disorder, who don't really exist); my sister also has Type 1, since age 13; she's thin (and, either coincidentally or not, does not have a

Is it?! Because I was going to say that "O-Lympic Village" (minus made-up name and sans ski gear) is basically our (very non-athletic, not-very-Olympian) go-to move for regular . . . . what did Cosmo call it?, "coitus," but that Mr. Chazzy's dick doesn't come out of his upper abdomen. But now I'm thinking I

One of my cats, the little ginger, does this. If I am crying/hurt (like when I stub my toe or when I cut myself chopping veggies the other day) he FREAKS out, first comes up to my face and sniffs my nose and generally gets in my grill to, I guess, assure himself I'm still breathing, then goes looking for someone to

I would just like to add that, for me, it felt isolating in that I did not have the experience of being single allowing me to have deeper friendships. I had (and have) friends, but I actually felt myself start to pull away from them as the years passed and I kept not having a boyfriend; my friend group would group

Reading these comments I too feel old. I'm married now but before my husband, whom I met when I was about to turn 36, I had been on one date. It did and didn't bother me. I haven't been single in almost four years and I still relate a lot to people who are "chronically" single, i.e., those who want to date, but are