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Jenna Jameson. When she was on the UK’s Celebrity Big Brother, she made a huge deal about being Jewish and totally kosher. And being kosher brought her way more treats, better wine (which, who’d have thunk? Remember when kosher wine was crap?), and gave her an excuse to not explain away SO much bad behavior.

America's Next Top Model, Feh. Now Australia's Next Top Model is just about the greatest thing ever.

Muir Glen Fire Roasted crushed or whole tomatoes. I swear by both. Honest to god, I don’t even know how I cooked before them. They make amazing sauces, soups, etc. As long as they’re in my cupboard, along with some beans and garlic, I can always make a great meal.

I am not much of a Hillary fan, though looking at who the main contenders are going to be, she'll probably be the one I hope for. But whatever, the republicans did her an enormous favor. 11 hours of her just destroying them in the most dignified, poised, and if I may say, presidential manner possible. She was awesome.

Nope. Salmon served on top of buttery, creamy mashed potatoes is insanely delicious.

My latest thing is making pan roasted potatoes or sunnyside up eggs. I have finally perfected both and they're making me awfully happy. PLUS, together they're damned good, too. Dinner tonight? Sunnyside eggs on top of toasted buttered peasant bread toast. Please note, good Sunnyside up egg = fully cooked white, crispy

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Great. Next think you'll tell me is Mel Bay isn't real. Bastard.

As far as I’m concerned, being a bridesmaid should immediately offer an exemption on having to buy a wedding gift, period. The hassle and cost involved is often ridiculous. You’re shelling out a fortune in horrible bridesmaid outfits, effort, and more and more often, dreadful location bachelorette parties. Any bride

I was always kind of “meh” about Eva Longoria, but man, I love her now. Love. Shamelessly ending her open letter regarding accusations of her shameless advertising with shameless advertising for SpecSavers just makes my newfound love even sweeter.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes on everything but Enigma. And it's not because they're not great for sex, but because they were used so much on local public access cable channels here in ads for strippers, porn, escorts, etc. that every time I hear them I see Robin Byrd, (which might be a reference only applicable to NYC

Edibles scare the crap out of me. The high lasts too long, they effect my brain longer, the paranoia levels are off the charts. Plus, you just plain don’t know how high you’re going to get. As it is, pot is so goddamned strong these days (yes, I’m an old. I started where it too half a joint to get that perfect high).

It’s simple. Do what my parents did and what I, in turn do to the kinder around me. Explain the rules, the necessity of using the words “please” and “thank you.” Go to restaurant. The kids get one behavioral mistake. Second one, you leave. Done. Within a couple of visits, the kids have it down, the waitstaff adores

Xanax was a life saver for me when I was going through the death of my father. Low dose, taken only as the panic attacks started. It was great. Yeah, probably counseling might be a great idea too. The thing with any drug is to only take them when you REALLY need them. I get a prescription for Xanax once a year. Low

I use a tennis ball super glued to a fitted tank top. Admittedly, not a thing I would do if I had company. Maybe because I’m used to something so big, but if I were asleep, the pea would do nothing. Might work in the process of falling asleep though. Anyhow I swear by superglue and tennis balls.

I’ve always believed the Cosby rape stories because I know too many people in the industry. Too many comedians who would allow him alone with their daughters or younger girlfriends.

That said, people do lie. They lie about being raped, they lie about not being raped, they lie about raping, they lie about what they

I’m surprised the Whole Foods on the Upper East Side got a clean bill. They’re either thieves or astoundingly incompetent. I wemt there for a few cheeses. Several pricey, and one, your average inexpensive cheddar. Go up front, pay the bill, am shocked. Walk out of the store and start checking my cheeses. Apparently,

I’ve gotten all my tattoos at East Side Ink. I love those guys.

So, I had a friend, a straight guy, a drummer in a band. But he was very, very pretty. And small, you know, fine boned. He gets busted for selling a little pot in NYC back in the day. He was given five years in prison. He was raped constantly. He'd go the guards, they'd laugh at him until they couldn't anymore, at