If I'm not mistaken, people worked less 40 years ago. And they didn't have to work more than one job just to make ends meet.

Um, that's cute and all but watch this one to the end to see the little girl. Ovaries go boom.

This is true, and I remember it well; Misty just kept being an incredible dancer, in spite of people's concerns about her height, her bust, etc., and now it's generally accepted that she is the best of the best, to the extent that adorable 14-year-olds get excited about her brushing against their bags. Your daughter…

I look like one of those dancing hippos from Fantastia when I am working out and I sweat like Robin Williams at the height of his cocaine years. Sexiness is the last thing on my mind.

I watched "Wolf of Wall Street" with my mom and afterwards she goes, in her thick East Coast Jewish accent, "It was good but why did there have to be so many orgies? After the first two orgies it was like, enough already with the orgies."

I used to live in the UAE (one of the richest places in the world). I went to a wedding where the bride's dress was so heavy that she needed 3 wee ladies to help her walk. The ladies would move the skirts of the dress forward, then she would take a step forward.

Two thoughts:

Much like the philosophy of "if you can't pronounce it, you aren't allowed to bomb it", if you can't support the weight of your clothing without collapsing, pick a different fucking outfit.

Ohh, whine sob howl butthurt moan. If you can't take the Schadenfreude, stay out of the fucking kitchen.

Well, but you probably didn't have a nose job, lip injections, and cheek fillers along with that botox. Botox alone is not the culprit here.

I love it too! And just want to reiterate what you said. I have had it done on the "coin slot" between my eyebrows (thanks for that term, ex-husband), and just a little around the base of my eyes. NO ONE knows unless I tell them. It does wonders for my tension headaches too. I still have full range of motion all over…

It's obvious on all these women (I'm not sure how you didn't mention this first woman, Gretchen, as the worst offender), and if you think otherwise, you may have a perception problem in regards to your own use of botox...

Most of the time, for people in the real world, it won't stop (or shouldn't stop) your face from moving. It's supposed to just ease it up a bit, and you are only supposed to have it done every few months or so. Those women probably get the injections every 2 months without missing a month, ever, which absolutely will…

While Taylor Armstrong is clearly an example of Botox gone way, way wrong, most of these ladies seem to be having more fake eyelash difficulties/concerns than facial movement difficulties. The thing about Botox is that you only really notice it if it's overdone or done poorly. I had Botox in my crows feet, and I…

I don't understand people complaining about this. Images of starving children with their faces showing are used all the time to compel people to donate to programs. They choose to use them because actually seeing a starving child, who's skeletal structure is visible, is much more moving than reading about one.

He can't be identified from the picture, and I think publishing it really drives home how bad the abuse was. The stepmother says the story isn't true, but if a child in your care looks like that there's no way you aren't being abusive.

I disagree completely. There is nothing identifiable about the child in this picture and I wouldn't put it here if there was, trust me. But showing this photo adds a very powerful visual element to this story that hammers home the severity of the situation that words just would not be able to do. I say that as someone…

And they still chose Russell Crowe....

Yet another problem that would be solved if only we could do away with corporate personhood.

Yeah, I felt weird announcing it anywhere because sometimes I don't know how much of myself I should give to the internet. But I did put up a kind of oblique post about it on my tumblr and then, IDK, I'm just really excited and happy and I feel pretty comfortable with my little afternoon Dirt Bag crowd, so, yeah.…