I own it (and a toddler) and I love it and it fits true to size. Sometimes if I lean over juuust so, you might catch more sideboob than the designer intended, but that's what I call a "free show."

I lost my dignity in the birthing room.

I knew it. See, ladies! You don't have to be photoshopped to have a disproportionately sized waist! You can just wear a corset at all times and only eat soup. Sounds grand.

So I know a higher up at Gawker through a friend, and one night while I was picking his brain about all things Gawker he mentioned that Emma's aim, when she came on board, was to make the site more about "what women are doing" and less about "what's happening TO women" (not that the latter isn't important, but it's…

In the beginning of this, was she signing books at Women and Women First?

This is so awesome, and I am loving this editorial direction Jez has taken where you guys are consistently highlighting really successful, accomplished women and the cool shit they're doing.

I'd like to emphasize her point on how ridiculous it is to treat virginity as a sacred thing...it can be the trauma of sexual abuse even worse when your parents treat it like it's that important and you "lose" it. Sure, it's not your fault that you "lost" it, but you still technically did. The only reason we should be…

What were the last lines of dialogue between Annalise and Frank? My mastiff chose that moment to lose her shit at some perceived threat at the window so all I know is that Rosie Larsen is still dead.

No one gets raped at Wisconsin schools! There aren't any reports at all.

You and I are the exact same height, and almost the exact same weight. It's kind of thrilling for me to read your openess about size and where you purchase and what.

If they're heavy enough they'll fall on intruders and kill them. And then you can make a victory dress out of them.

How about a Fight Club?

Dude, dick paraphernalia is the fucking worst. Get her a sash that says "Bachelorette" or a tiara or something, or dress up like you're doing Glamour Shots, but for the love of all that's holy, don't get dick paraphernalia. Not only is it uncomfortable for at least half the party (if not more), it's utterly…

"Jumping on the dick..." :)

My friends took me to a drag show then we did karaoke while they got me unspeakably drunk. We finished an enormous bottle of gin. It was fantastic.

Back in the days before sanity, I was cop at a major metropolitan university here in the US of A. I thought I might get involved in teaching this class to the undergrads because I was pissed off and frustrated at how badly the school handled sexual assaults. (I know, shocking right?) I attended the first day of the…

I really want to teach a class to middle aged men called "Yes, that's also rape!" and it would just a Q&A session where middle aged republicans would ask things like "but what if she's been drinking and seems totally into it?" and "but what if she's married to you?" and "but what if she's sleeping and you're like…

Doing these things won't make you any less safe, although doing all of them (there are six full pages of Risk Reduction Strategies) might make you kind of paranoid. But the fascination with peeping Toms and sinister lurking shadows and… bush trimming? I'm sorry, that's not normal. It's not logical, either.

How about a class entitled "How not to be a rapist?"

Be careful with whistles...