My Pixel was a Russian Blue. She saw me through 4 states (2 coasts), 2 men, 2 babies and 21 years.

Another good reason to green-light the project, or whatever the kids are calling it these days.

That is hilarious. I hope she actually tries to sing around that mess.

I guess I need to watch more live tv, I didn't know chocolate diamonds were a thing. I'm in favor of sparkly objects, preferably man-made. These are not very sparkly, or man-made, pass.

Me, too! I actually had to look it up to be sure because its a dim memory at this point.

About damn time someone owns right-handed privilege. So tired of all your crappy desks, notebooks and door handles, don't even get me started on the fuckery that is watches.

This outfit is not doing her justice. Looks comfy though.

What is the deal with the loosey goosey hold on names with this group? Was anything reliably written in stone? Too much going on in this family, I'm tired just reading about it.

Dansko clogs. They're not cheap, but they last forever, and you can sometimes get a great deal at sierra trading post. (I'm wearing 8 year old clogs that have 5 years of teaching on them)

Undergrad typography class. He was in the graduate CS program and taking typography for fun, I was picking up the extra course at my boss' request well after my totally unrelated BFA. I was 31, typography boy looked 20, so I ignored his signals; not in the mood for a man-child. Oops: Baby face is older than me and…

No. If you haven't worked out once in your entire life, and the first time you try it you barf, you're doing it too hard/too long and the people who have given you the idea that makes you think its a good idea to do this to yourself are idiots. That is not working out with the objective of achieving healthy goals,…

Reading this, I also thought of teachers. Seems like, if a thing requires passionate involvement and happens to correlate with women, its going to be underpaid—the wimmens will see that it gets done right, why pay them to do what they'd do for free anyway?

TBL is the logical expression of America's collective shame fetish and food obsession. This gal took it up a notch, good for her: She extracted what she wanted out of it (presumably) and viewers might ponder what the fuck is actually going on here (hopefully). It will be interesting to look back on this genre of…

That was some awesome planning on your part!

Trust me, you won't have time to dwell on it once you're on the other side. There will be other things to obsess about.

Yay Lena Dunham, an intelligent observation about the Farrow brouhaha. Ms. Dunham is looking particularly fetching in the header, love that color lipstick on her.

I get irked by the "oh, I barely showed/poof! back to normal body" gals who had a physical advantage going in. Though, it is exciting and weird when it starts to show, the whole process is more or less affecting for different body types.

Your long-waisted good fortune. Don't gloat. Nobody likes a gloater.
—Short-waisted & never doing that again.

Ugh, these shows are still on? Too fremdschämen-ey.

That looks like it was fashioned with care. Sell it on etsy.