Someone just won themselves a Crawford collar pop. That was a thing of beauty.

Several years ago my grandmother —whose spirit animal is a wolverine with a martini— decided to throw me into the briar patch by giving me the silent treatment. Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter all came and went without me hearing from her. My July birthday rolled around. Still no word from my grandmother, but I did…

I will no longer know a moment of joy until I have a Judy Garland Easter Parade Ham. The cloves are secretly barbiturates!

What would you do if you were in Paris for one night only, say, from midnight to 8:00 a.m.? I've just spent a month traveling around North Africa and have a 12 hour layover in Paris (1opm-10am)

You and me both, pal. My father is/was a jeweler of some renown so I had an early education re: mining practices, stone enhancements and cartels. Diamonds are like Chanel No 5, the history and marketing are fascinating, but in 99% of the cases, the actual product isn't that interest.

Yes. My uncle molested me when I was a girl AND, as I late found out, raped both my mother and aunt. I was estranged from my mother when I came forward and even though she herself had been raped by my abuser, she didn't believe me.

I think you're exactly right. I've never seen the show, but from what I've been able to gather, Kim's vapid but she's not stupid. She knows there's an expiration date so she's doing what she feels she needs to do to maximize her brand while she's at the top of her game.

I think you have a point. I didn't have an awkward period per se and was much more popular than you'd think a mouthy plus-size girl would be, but regardless of whatever popularity I had, I still had to deal with all that comes with the crime of being fat in public. It wasn't exactly a pleasant period in my life…