I hate euphemisms for bodily functions in general, but I use the word “period” which is also a euphemism.

Why I can’t be trusted to eat properly trusting “my body’s cues:” Yesterday my body said it needed nachos and Friday it said it needed Peeps and vodka. My body is an idiot and needs my brain telling it what reasonable amounts of nutritious food are.

Canceled already? I’ll take that off my to-watch list.

Thanks to One Million Moms for reminding me to watch this.

Laurence Fishburne is fucking hilarious on this show. The rest of it is good, but Fishburne is comedy gold.

I don’t use Weight Watchers but I track what I eat because left to my own devices, I will eat nothing but pizza and ice cream. I’ve actually seen commenters around here equate just logging your food to an eating disorder.

I can count calories without paying WW to do so.

I’d boycott them except it’s not really a boycott when you think their clothes are fugly and you don’t buy them anyway. #llbean4eva

Seriously, that was so fucking boring at the time. The dramatization was way better.

Gooding actually evoked a little sympathy from me in the Bronco episode. He did a pretty good job at portraying someone who thinks his life is fucked up beyond repair and death may be the only way out.

I expected to feel that way and was genuinely shocked to be completely hooked by the end of episode two.

The camp factor is one of the reasons I like it. The whole matter was ridiculous, so why shouldn’t it’s retelling be?

I’m truly surprised at how much I like this show.

Too bad “You’re everything I thought I wanted but I guess I was wrong” won’t fit on a a cake.

I’d learn falconry.

He even “offered to join the pair at home to ‘heat things up.’”

Remember when everyone in Jezebelland fucking hated Kesha?

What does the dominatrix from CSI have to do with this story?

What company hosts the website? Have they been asked to take it down? If they’re aware of this and haven’t taken it down, they’re gross too.

My father died of bacterial meningitis. One day he couldn’t remember my stepmother’s name and he died a week later. Compared to my grandfather’s decade long decline, yeah. It did suck slightly less.