She was improbably good looking. Not that improbably good looking people can’t be talented, it was just one more improbable thing about her.

“I eat my peas with honey,

with honey.

I think I read that the Weinstein brothers admitted that they sell sponsorship to the highest bidder - they don’t care if it has anything to do with fashion design. I swear one of the challenges was sponsored by Red Robin.

Jesse Williams eats his yogurt like I eat my peas.

Re the green tea ice cream story: those of you who haven’t waited tables have NO IDEA how it warms the cockles of our cold, black hearts to have someone else at the table call out a customer’s jackassery. I understand it’s not always practical when the jackass is your boss or your soon-to-be-MIL or whatever. But if…

Jesse Williams, teaching us all how to relive the true experience of youth.

I actually think Ashley was a huge baby. I liked her clothing most of the time and there are several pieces in her finale collection that I covet for my own fat body, but the constant crying, the whining, the general “omg I’m a plus sized designer” of it all was highly irritating. I started off really loving her, and…

Im not happy that she won and I'm not happy that she didn't sew these flowers on.

That made me hate Candice as well. Ashley is a bad bitch with a paintball gun. Edmond’s designs were also great.

Another major pet peeve with the Lifetime format: almost every challenge is SPONSORED by someone. I think that is the show’s ultimate undoing, unfortunately — I say this as a huge fan.

God, THIS. It drives me nuts that they repeatedly only give them one day and then are upset at the glue-gunned crap that walks the runway. Would it kill them to give them two days (a day and a half?) so that we can be properly wowed by what they managed to come up with? That is what got me hooked on the show in the…

I really like Ashley but I’m fat and sensitive to bullying so I couldn’t help but rally for her. So many times it just felt like the other designers were counting her out because they didn’t like the way she looked. I hope she makes it big since we chubs need more beautiful plus size clothes.

Two stories come to mind.

One night I was working a crazy busy takeout counter at a pizza place. A youngish guy called and asked if we could make a pizza in the shape of a heart and if we could write a message on the box - he wanted to ask a girl to a dance. I told my manager (a young woman) and we got totally into it.…

“My friend and I are now both offended (she as a second generation Mexican-American and I as a first generation Fat-Lesbian).”

Now all they need is another friend who is an illegal communist to complete the scene.

My friend has no choice but to run after me, and the cook loves drama (Editor’s Note: You could’ve just stopped at “he’s a cook.”), so he comes too.

I’ve always taught my daughter, as my Dad taught me, to Round Up from 20%. Those few extra bucks aren’t going to break your bank, and it will make your server’s day.

“The Great Fucks Famine of 2015”. I’m stealing that and pretending that I was clever enough to come up with it myself.

This was great. All I can think about is an amazing server we had in Florida a few years ago. We still tell stories of her to this day. Basically, as in Canada iced tea is always sweet, my mum was very confused by the iced tea vs sweet tea thing. We’re at a ponderosa near Orlando, and our waitress asks what we’d all…