@morninggloria: You know, I actually had a cousin who used the virgin birth defense and got away with it. So not only did she steal my excuse should I ever become pregnant out of wedlock, I had to sit through awkward conversations with an assortment of family members about how you don't have to have sex to get…

Millepied seems like a pretty apt surname for a ballet dancer.

@BlackFrancine: I never thought of it that way, but that's totally understandable. But as someone who isn't quite flat-chested but isn't anywhere close to busty either, anything that doesn't at least hint at the fact that I do in fact possess breasts makes me feel hugely frumpy.

I just read the second half and I do not understand the aversion to cleavage in cocktail attire. Isn't cleavage half the point of cocktail attire? Or, you know, any other attire?

@sayruh: Well aren't you just full of spoilers! :-)

@hatepaperdoll: I was thinking the King of Mississippi. I mean, he liked boys, and based on Bill being kidnapped in the finale...

This is driving my True Blood fangirl self totally crazy because, since Lafayette was such a minor character in the books, I have absolutely no basis for speculation on who he might be!

@Friday: @sunshineandbones: I'm totally with you both. I wear a full face of makeup (not a lot of foundation or blush, but heavyish eyes and neutral lips) almost every day, because I love the way it looks. If other people choose to not wear makeup, I couldn't care less, but I find that a lot of people have a…

@EarlyGrey: Cosigned. Also, over the holiday I was overruled in the movie selection process and wound up watching All About Steve against my will and I have to say, a) it did not treat her character nearly as unflatteringly as I had expected (it was not really a matter of her being crazy/stalkerish but of her being…

@LaComtesse: Me too - at least twice a week I find myself spending my lunch break at Borders, and I rarely leave empty-handed. Half the appeal of my apartment was the tiny second bedroom that became my "library".

I don't know that I'm comfortable with the inference here that women are by and large bad parkers, but I will say that I am an epically bad parker. My driver's ed teacher flat-out refused to teach me to parallel park with the view that his safety might be at risk, and I once managed to hit the only other car parked…

Reality: black leather ankle boots, an ice cream maker attachment for my stand mixer, a new DVD player to replace the one that broke last week.

I make a signature punch that my friends have taken to referring to as "Long Island Sangria," and while it's actually delicious, I think that with its sheer hard alcohol content it bears mentioning: 4 parts red wine (preferable Peter Vella's Delicious Red), 2 parts cranberry juice, 2 parts plain rum, 1 part…

@amandahugnkiss: I used to work at a department store makeup counter and one day I happened to notice that the manager at the next counter over had a Slurpee concealed next to the register. I was thirsty, and we were friends, so I trotted over and took a sip. Turns out it was half Slurpee, half vodka nip.

@AndPreciousLittleofThat: And, not only are you having a disgusting drink that you're actually chewing the end, but if you do manage to swallow, you're probably going to projectile vomit in the very near future. Win-win-win, I say.

One night in college, we decided to do shots of Chodka: vodka with an artistic swirl of Hershey's chocolate syrup. I wish I could say we had run out of mixers, but no, it just seemed like a good idea at the time.

@princess.coldheart: You and I both.

@PhDelish: I think I read recently that Playboy acquired the rights to publish an excerpt from that incomplete Nabokov novel that was published not long ago, as well.

@likepenguins: Totally. The other night at her show in Boston, she told a story about how she was riding around in a car with the windows down, and at a stoplight someone recognized her and started doing the claw-hands from the Bad Romance video. And while I'm sure the intention was to make fun, I was just…

My cat, may he rest in peace, used to spend hours peeling the wallpaper off the walls, much to my mother's chagrin. When there was no wallpaper left within his reach he had to switch to more mundane pastimes like sneaking into the walls via the heating ducts. Oh, I miss him.