Oh, I love a drinking memoir! I think there’s a healthy one-on-one aspect of book-writing where an author communicates directly with a single reader. To me, that’s a less fraught way to do it than dropping beliefs and experiences about alcoholism into a community space like Jezebel. That said, my original comment…

I’ve been sober for years and think this series has been handled so intelligently and tactfully! I must admit I rolled my eyes when I first started seeing these headlines, but upon investigation I’ve been so, so, happy to read your thoughts.

I nurse some distaste for Christie Brinkley because she swans and grins about like a contestant on Toddlers and Tiaras while accepting compliments about how great she looks for 60. That’s her entire thing. And as things go, I’m not sure why it should command my respect and admiration...congrats on being the first…

“I’M GONNA TELL YOUR MAMA ON YOU.”

Yeah, that’s exactly what mine cost. I got by with temporary fillings for a long time, which looked okay, until the nerves underneath started to go bad and it threw the color off. Then I got great, big, perfect crowns and have the smile of a retired hockey player. My advice is to look for a dentist you love. There’s…

Have we established whether he’s actually missing the teeth? As a gay dude who was mugged and came to in a hospital missing teeth, I can assure you that’s not an easy thing to fake. Or to fix, without years of expensive corrective procedures, root canals, etc.

First, I hope the journalists are supported and strengthened by the public, their employers, families, friends, and strangers. This is a horrific thing to endure and their wellbeing is the most important piece of the fallout from this incident. They deserve bonuses, time off, therapy (if they need it), and a big…

“I want my unborn son to be like my daddy/I want my husband to be like my daddy/ There is no one else like my daddy/ And I thank you for loving me.”

AND I’M HERE FOR IT <3

Here’s my issue with the resolution of this season:

Ugh, Fergie.

I’ve been LOVING this season of Orange is the New Black and tracked down some supplemental reading from Martha Stewart’s time in the slammer.

Conversely, Hillary Clinton doesn’t need Bernie Sanders to fall at her feet to win the general election. She’s trouncing Trump in battleground state polls of likely voters. A critical mass of Bernie supporters have already accepted her as the nominee. The base is not in jeopardy.

Ehhhhhhh okay Jez

Real thick and juicy!

LOL I remember that post—what a mess. Just checked it out and it doesn’t even look like the correction is acknowledged, even though Jez had to Frankenstein’s Monster a measured take.

The loudest groan is the Demi Lovato-inspired groan.

We each have a small, quiet, nosy voice on social media to use—for whatever that’s worth. Your two cents says “nothing to see here, folks, this seemingly nice person seems to be going through what I went through with motherhood.”

I’m surprised everyone seems so invested in the everything-is-fine theory. If you compare the incidence of one-off bizarre hallucinogenic outbursts to the incidences of addiction, mental illness, spousal abuse, and any other more statistically probable triggering causes, I’m certain these everything-is-fine theories…

This could be incredibly shallow and impertinent of me, but I’ll never forget a Daily Mail story titled “Shockingly thin Selma Blair displays her skeletal figure as she takes son to the park.” Her “skeletal frame” was the tabloid story, but I was really alarmed by the outfit she wore, in the context she wore it, in…