YES! I've tried to explain this to my friends who tell me to "just wear spanx" with dresses that are a bit tight. besides being a torture device, they just don't work for me. kills the bombshell aesthetic I like so much about my shape.

He said, "Rad." I. Can't. Even.

THAT'S what it reminded me of! I was thinking it was a little Miss South Carolina and the woeful lack of maps in classrooms, but that wasn't quite right.

I really think Katie and the Jezebel staff deserve an award of some kind for restraint here. You really covered this situation in the best way possible. Kudos.

That or the beginnings of a porno. She may have been spending too much time with Deen.

Yeah, all the doctors at the practice (it's a big group practice for women's care in DC) decided not to prescribe it anymore as a blanket policy. Jerks.

I was so sad when my doctor wouldn't give me my happy pills (Yaz) anymore! That shit was magical (for me and a couple friends, at least). Great skin, light periods, and no babies! Can't beat it. I was actually taking it for quite a while when I wasn't having any sex just for the fringe benefits. I tried to argue…

for me, it's more that they felt the need to broadcast that opinion, lol about it, or say they'd hit it. You thought he was cute, but (I'm guessing) that wasn't something you felt you could/should broadcast via twitter or facebook. The "yikes" factor here for me is that these women (at least some of them) don't see…

Not for nothing, but I'm with those who have said that this guy should not get any more attention for doing what he did. I don't want to see his face (or several pictures of his face), I don't want to hear speculation about his reasons, and even criticism/analysis of the speculated reasons is giving him what he…

i think you mean childless women, not childless children, though technically we are all someone's child. #corrections

and it sprays the seat, and we know some of you don't wipe it down before you leave. that's just gross and rude. those of us who don't want a quad workout while we go to the bathroom shouldn't have to sit in or clean up your urine.

Yeah, that's my issue. When I'm no longer sleeping with someone I used to sleep with, I unsubscribe from their info on my news feed so I can move on, but sometimes I get curious/want to confirm they have not found love after treating me poorly and I stalk. If I can't use facebook for that, I'm done.

Ooh, good one. I'm totally gonna use that.

This issue is why I am sooooo glad my mom worked at the Marshall Field's intimate apparel section for years when I was in elementary and middle school. I went to a small school with bitchy girls and I was a frequent target for whatever reason, but the one fleeting moment of "cool" I had was being the first girl with…

I think this misses two points. There are two problems. 1) not enough societal support for those who choose to have kids and 2) a stigma against those who choose not to. this commentary doesn't propose a solution to either. it tells the people in problem #1 to become the people with problem #2 and ignores problem…

ha, i'm jealous. i used to make $3-$5 when i was in middle school in the chicago suburbs and one time a new family we knew through school paid me $8 and my mom took half the money and tried to give it back to the kids' mother. i think she might have just been pissed because she made like a quarter an hour in her day.

It's sort of already been done. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0805664/

Did anyone else notice that the only female bassist in the bunch was the one who basically used her bass like a rudimentary drum the whole time?

Love the hats and all, but is it just me or does Prince Charles look increasingly like Maurice Chevalier in GiGi? that movie also had some fabulous hats.

I knew about the end of the trail, but hadn't thought about the middle. I was in Liberia a couple years ago, and we saw all the schools of the Big 10 and many other US colleges represented in t-shirt form. So now you know where all that stuff you surreptitiously charge to your student account at the bookstore ends…