I feel the need to say something. That line bothered me too and I love this article and already tweeted it before seeing your comment.

I married into a Turkish family (well, half of it, my husband's father and his wife are from Turkey). MIL is even Muslim. GASP! Everyone faint! Anyway, while it may be true that *some*…

That's a pretty cheap tummy tuck. 10k is much more accurate.

"She wants to turn your skin into a fetching wrap dress she can wear while she sashays around your apartment, smoking the ashes of your bones in a glass pipe."

I had to take a break, I was laughing so hard. Fucking hysterical.

I'm just going to be honest. Damn, I wish I looked like that. I'm eleventy months pregnant with my third and I honestly look at that picture and the caption and *do* get inspired. If she can, why can't I? Maybe I can!

Then again, I've got similar attitudes about my successes in life. Some, I can attribute to luck and…

Aw, I love that you're a Chicago girl!

I had a guy lie to me that he was a vegetarian. This was when I was also around 24 and went through a weird phase where people at parties kept thinking they were my "soulmate". Maybe everyone I knew had really high friends, I don't know, but I was the resident soulmate for a…

I see the fraternity's emergency PR dept is in full force. We accept your apology, "Matthew".

Majestic noses! I love those! 'Happen to have one myself.

Can my husband please execute our daughter's birthday party for me? It's all pinned. It's the *doing* I'm having an issue with. Also, make with my remodeling board.

I have a really stylish sister-in-law who oddly has a fanny pack too. Your mom must have been super hip.

Agreed. She's Britney, bitch. While I would have loved to see some sort of thrasher metal out of her after her breakdown - bald head and everything - go where you gotta go! - she's still Britney and it ain't gonna happen.

Yikes, your mom didn't even try to contact mall security to get it back to its rightful owner? I mean, yay for your story, but that's kind of a big thing to just be like, finders keepers.

I think that's how it went down for us. Discussion, then purchase together, then proposal. I'd say "formal" proposal, but 10 minutes later back in the hotel room in Vegas hardly seems formal. Ah, love.

Wait. What I came on here to say was that it's weird that expectations are so high for the engagement ring when this…

*weep = plan the drinking binge I will surely go on the moment I evict this ginormous fetus.

I have disagreed with some your opinions (okay, 90% of them) and have even been moved to blog my response to one of your posts. I have never, however, hated you.

It's weird, but somehow with two daughters (2 & 4) somehow we actually only know one Sophia in all the circles we run. We know a Zella and an Olwyn and two Kiras, but I have no idea how the supposed mass of Sophias of the world have eluded us. We do know five Charlottes!

Olive Garden is garbage food. There. Now I did say it. If you cry, your feelings are still yours. Bye now!

No. No one is responsible for your feelings except you, sight unseen or otherwise.

Why in the world would I be upset about where you eat? Good lord, I've never met you. If you like chain restaurants, by all means, knock yourself out.

Economic necessity would be cooking at home or even fast food. Eating at a sit-down restaurant is a luxury. Also, no one is responsible for your feelings except you.

Chain food makes me sick. We ate at OG once about seven years ago and we both crapped for days. Maybe people who eat there all the time have systems that are used to it? Chain food has to be affordable and yet still have room for the middle man, so the quality is just low. Caring about what you put in your body isn't…