I based an entire successful career in a very niche role in investment management on faking it till oopsie, I was considered an expert. I was fresh out of law school and had no clue what I was doing in the first two years in the role. I was given little guidance beyond "well, you're smart, just trust your judgment."…

Um, where can one of those be purchased? Asking for a friend.

I volunteer for becoming an LA Glamazon at The Grove. I just need to grow about a foot and drop 30 lbs first to qualify as Amazonian.

Oh, totally. If it were in black, I would buy at least 10, because my cat likes to steal things like that, and also I am a slob who loses stuff/breaks stuff/gnaws on stuff absentmindedly.

Stand aside. DIBS.

I recall being very taken aback the first time a Bristol bus driver called me "love" as I boarded his bus to Broadmead. I thought: What kind of town did I move too????? Then I told my classmates and everyone larfed at the American. :-/

Thank you for that link! I found several women on there at my height/weight and I thought, damn, those women are gorgeous. As am I, lack of thigh gap, bingo wings and all.

I don't know if I can go full black on my lips without veering into mutton-dressed-as-lamb territory. But since "none so black" is my mantra clothing-wise, perhaps I should reconsider? My favorite lipstick in college was, after all, Wet n' Wild's Blackest Red.

I also love the Haribo. :-)

It's a really good question. It's like... if I make them part of my world by deigning to be with them, then they become more real. They become threats to keeping control over my partner, because they see through my bullshit and will tell her/him.

You know, we were together for 5 years and I never met his dad or sister. Granted, 2 of those years were spent away from England, but still. Not once!

Thank you! I woke up one day and realized: you know, it can be a metric shit-ton better than this. So I stopped going to couples' therapy, told the ex there was no chance of reconciliation if he was still fucking that little turd, and terminated the lease of the house I could no longer afford, which I was keeping only…

I never should have married the former Mr Crumpett, but I thought I wanted it nonetheless. Ex-Mr C is a misanthrope, and he wanted our wedding to be an elopement to a town in Vermont that had much sentimental value to us both. Then Mama Crumpett said she had to be there, so she and my dad were coming. Then ex-Mr C's…

Apparently this convention is the place to be if you dig on killifish, or love someone who does.

I will! And I will figure out some way to post them here. The upside is that it is a trip out of town, which I rarely manage, and I can do one of my most favoritest things in the universe: lie in an extremely cold hotel room with the AC on full blast, order room service, hunker down under the comforter and watch…

He's very into his killifish. I just like saying: leptolebias citrinipinnis.

Of course the only few days in months I'll be out of LA include these. Why I agreed to accompany my beloved to a tropical fish convention is beyond me.

This is the life-changer: Smashbox 24 Hour Shadow Primer. Also keeps liner in place, and a little on your lips locks the color (unless you are a compulsive lip fiddler, like me). A little goes a looooooooong way — still finishing a tube I bought 6 months ago and I use this shit every day. I feel like a grownup lady…

I'm not kidding when I say eyelid primer changed my makeup life. BOOM! I can wear eyeshadow instead of it melting off in 30 minutes.

I'm so sorry for your loss. It seems almost asinine to follow my condolences with a product recommendation, but I'll go for it anyway. I had similar primer issues to yours — everything made the makeup eventually slip off. I went to get my face did last week at Nordstrom 'cos the Man and I were going to get our studio…