Man, it's hard to like any of these guys. He's such an arrogant bore and never had any great artistry in him. Then you have Patrick Chan who can skate brilliantly or bored, but always has something obnoxious to say about being the best. Maybe the Japanese contingent will bring some class to the Olympics.

I think the willingness of women to talk about how much of a total drag parenting is has contributed to other women choosing not to participate. In the past, they just had to buck up and say nothing while playing the good mommy (because what choice did they have?). With work options comes the additional option of…

It's Diet Coke for me. No matter how healthily I'm eating otherwise, I've tried quitting the stuff multiple times and it's like Brokeback Fountain every time.

I also use, "If I died and someone had to clean out my house, would I be embarrassed?"

I like little oddity games like "Don't Starve." Any recommendations, Steam junkies?

Thank you for that! I was not looking forward to recreating my list.

Absolutely. Not only that, but we've decided we'll be unplugging completely Thursday through Sunday so we don't have to see the endless stream of ads and news stories about people trampling each other for crap. Just books, board games, friends, food and a well-stocked bar. You know, a HOLIDAY. I can't wait!

That first sentence sums up everything that's wrong with the way films are marketed to black and white audiences: " 'The Best Man Holiday' has the potential to become a staple of Christmastime movie watching in the 'hood." Not my house, just the mythological 'hood? Boo on you, reviewer.

Do you need the internet for your archiving? I use Concentrate to block myself from the internet and every other distraction. Nothing else seems to work.

Or Wacoal. Or Gok Wan!

Then you read the torture those models undergo to be considered for this show. I can't imagine the mental gymnastics you have to go through to consider wearing pre-pubescent Rainbow Brite Emoji underwear a reward for forcing yourself onto a liquid kale diet for months. You made it, girl! You're an angel! And you get…

Or younger! Isn't this how kids in preschool address their teachers these days? Miss Melanie, Miss Brittney, Miss Dodai, can I have a juice box and a pre-written essay and a nap?

Dear Pamela Anderson, not only would I like to congratulate you on your marathon run, but also I desperately want to know the brand of sports bra you were wearing, because if you have one that can keep your girls strapped down enough to make 26 miles of running bearable, I WANT THAT.

INTJ all the way.

Aggregators be aggregatin', I guess.

Floridian here, and I habitual mark pages of catalogs with beautiful coats. And then force myself to throw out the catalogs because I don't even need one coat, much to my sadness.

I just assumed this was some kind of cat care center or rescue. Otherwise, what the heck are those people thinking? Their "cat zone" is bigger than my living room! Also, put my freako cat in the low-rent category—tinfoil balls, and my old rug is her scratching post.

Me too, me too! Our 1980s middle school called it "The Wheel," and we rotated through home ec (cooking and sewing), wood shop, electronics shop, graphic design, art and a language. We got to make a stuffed animal of our choice and learned both machine sewing and hand-sewing/embroidery. My mom had already taught me…

Gin, my dear. And champagne!