Dead on.

Crap like this is why I still hear men say things like, "Women are nastier than men."

Team Cat needed a strategy meeting or conference call or something before this all came down. Ok, done musing.

@Rocket Queen: I will be so mad if we lose the title because of an ill-placed sentimentality for Hobbes...who I happen to love.

OK, I decided: Team Cat MUST win with a real cat. And only a real cat can emote the energy necessary to beat whatever dog is left standing, right? Hobbes, Hobbes, Hobbes...Loves me some Hobbes, but, for real doh...Ok, there. Decision made. THINK ABOUT THE BIG PICUTRE HERE: VICTORY FOR CATS!! Tuxedo FTW!!!

'Tuxedo won by 2 votes. TWO. '

I present, Maddie the Cattie. She is my sweet critter and u kannot haz, but you can, for the sake of all that is true and loving and wholesome, VOTE TABBY. *smiles*

Hobbes is the ultimate BFF. He loves Calvin best and knows him best. Partner in crime and confidant on issues mundane and existential. Everyone needs her own Hobbes.

Awww. Hobbes represents your BFF—the one who knows you best—eccentricities and all. I'm all about the Tabby though, so whatevs, we come ready to win.

Is it against the rules for me to begin to promote the Tabby v. Golden Retriever/Mutt match? I need kitty fans to rally come the finals! #TeamCat stand up!

"If a woman — any woman — wakes up in the morning and says to herself, "Tonight I will get laid," the prediction will always come true every time. Such is the power of female choice."

Bryer's too.

Truly sending warming, loving vibes out to you. My kitts and I are awaiting diagnosis and I am beside myself considering what I may have to chose to do. In Gizmo's honor, I vote Maine :-)...

I watched the first episode. I was not drawn in because there is a rougher 'edge' to the ladies, that tends to make me cringe. Even more cringe-worthy? That it took a 'hip hop' reality concept to bring more black women to the small screen....A concept that we know from the door is about Black women competing for…

I, too, as a result of soul-destroying, sexually abusive relationships where I was madly in love as a young woman, still carry heavy baggage today. The weeping during sex is so close to my experience and reading your piece is making me think I need to talk to someone about what I've been through. Thank you, so…

I was born in 1971, so I'm 40 now. All I can say is that I couldn't watch anymore after the guidance counselor started giving advice. I'm rather disgusted, actually.

Am I naive to think footage like this wouldn't be aired? It is so painful to watch high and/or drunk people try to have conversation with people who are 1. sober, and 2. disparaging them. Ouch.

@Hannah: Ding, ding, ding! You hit the nail on the head! Tyra should be a volunteer judge...

That does it. I can't take ONE MORE man singing nasty sex lyrics in a love song format. Chris Brown is not the inventor of this sub-genre of R&B, but, I said earlier I'd keep it real if he sucked. He did. And with that, nitey nite.

OK, I just made a realization: I much prefer to watch Chris Brown dance than hear him sing. And, what, now they can program auto-tune into the mic? Ugh. But, c'mon, the kid can dance...