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So she's bringing smugness to 17? Or trying to turn TV into a smug 17 magazine?

If Simon Pegg is okay with it, I'm okay with it.

@ann_athema: @TheyCallMeSwamper: It's kinda sad that we all seem to share those experiences. :-)

So, how far can we stretch this "sex by fraud" thing? Because I can list a few men who commit fraud every time they think what they're doing is actually sex.

Whenever I see a haircut like Sandra Bullocks, I wonder what kind of surgery scars she's trying to hide. Odd.

Is there a transcript for those of us who can't watch videos while at a work computer?

Using Plenty of Fish pretty much means you're scraping the bottom of the barrel, as pertains to dating sites.

@CWnerd12: You've just been Imperioused. I know a good spell to take care of that.

@RubyChard: Any excuse to work in a Harry Potter reference. It's a sickness. :-)

You guys don't understand how serious this almost was!

No, I can't. Because I can't think of six things I want to throw away, and after wearing them for a month, they'd pretty much only be worth the rag box.

Oh, well, as long as they're teaching that "No, baby, no!" I'm sure it will all work out.

@blueberrypancake: Interesting how we often have difficulty with the line that separates reality from fantasy.

I have noticed this about myself at times and it annoys and bothers me. That's the reason I have always refused to indulge in the rape-play fantasies some partners have asked for.

Bummer. I liked the sparkly eyeliners in the Mary Kate & Ashley brand. I guess I should go stock up before they're gone!

Throw in a few more victimized women and put it on Lifetime, which seems to specialize in such films.

@TheGintheCity: Wonder how long it will last? I can't imagine it will sell well.

@newyorkmuse: I'm a big proponent of drug store makeup, when it's at drug store prices. Not so much when it looks like drug store makeup but is priced like private label.

Proof that packaging can make even expensive makeup look cheap.

So it's not enough that we're forced to endure the God-awful perfume our cubicle partner bathes in daily, now we get to smell her computer, too?