I flipping LOVE Diane. She is a TREASURE.

Sortland had a blanket, a cell phone and a box of Wheat Thins with him.

Ranch dressing is infinitely worse than marshmallow fluff.

This is really gross.

Okay, this might be unpopular, and I understand if you ignore it. But I really dislike this post. Like, a lot.

I got married a year ago, and at the time I found there to be quite a bit of anti-wedding bias on the Jezebel editorial staff; a good deal of the wedding-related posts were mocking traditions or, worse,…

I have a friend who will occasionally bring his baby to the bar (fine. whatever.) but I get way more annoyed when he shows me picture after picture after picture of his damn baby. For every picture of your baby, I'm going to show you a pictures of what I had for dinner. That's how much I care about pictures of your…

I really think it all depends on how well your baby can hold their liquor.

Her daughter isn't avoiding touch. Her daughter is touching on her terms. That sounds healthy to me.

Not if I truly have a feeling about it.

We did it twice on our wedding night. Is that weird? Once the second we got in the door. (blush) and again after I finished getting the five million bobby pins out of my hair, because I was going to put that white negligee to use, damn it.

How do you NOT? How do you get your hand in there? Does it get in the water? Stand and ... I dunno spread a little! I promise I am quite clean.

If you don't want to wedding-plan, get married ASAP. The longer the engagement, the deeper the crazy.

I'll take a single plum, floating in perfume and served in a man's hat.

It's even MORE fun if the book is something that is total Man Krypton. I have the dust cover for "The Feminist Critique of Language" and I slap that over whatever trashy thing I'm *really* reading. If that doesn't keep a dude at arms' length, then nothing will.

I'm also a fan of Making A Scene which, in England at least, makes most pick-up pricks lumber off into the horizon. I'm really quite shy, but if someone won't stop harrassing me, I'll force myself to say in a a voice penetrating enough to make dogs put their paws over their ears, "YOU ARE MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE."…

I hate that it's one of the most effective ways to make a dude leave you alone - it's basically like saying "sorry, I'm some other dude's property."

If I'm reading a book I don't want to talk to you. :-)

THIS IS MY FEAR. That I'll bring someone home and will have forgotten to remove my pillow-pizza. :(

A price tag? Maybe in Nevada.

That isn't really misandry, though. It's benevolent sexism. Men are capable of being PRESIDENT, yet they can't run the dishwasher? Bullshit.