As someone with a deeply ingrained loathing of the tobacco industry, I love this. However, I feel sorry for all the CVS clerks who are going to have to fend off irritated, cigarette-seeking customers.

This weekend I encountered a wild-eyed woman in the elevator who swore that the Weather Channel was promising "TWO TO EIGHT FEET OF SNOW." All I could think was "Damn it, not again." Because EIGHT FEET OF SNOW SEEMED TOTALLY PLAUSIBLE. I say we find the groundhog and make him see the error of his ways.

You're right, and I don't know whether just Kim or both Kim and Kanye are being accused of ignori-ng Nori. It could just mean they're not trotting her out for the papparazzi, in which case I actually respect them a bit.

Okay, "Ignori" is actually kind of clever.

My father died of the most mundane of modern addictions — tobacco — at age 55. Intellectually, I know his death was "stupid" — based on the long lives of his parents and grandparents, he should have lived at least another 30 years. As a biological sciences PhD, he definitely knew that smoking was bad for him;…

There was an article in the Times in November about a similar study at Stanford:

Is that a real beard? It looks like he made it out of felt.

Be kind to animals — not just decent, as in not abusing them, but kind. I love watching my husband with our dog — when he ruffles her ears or scratches her belly or tosses her squeaky hedgehog for her to chase. He'll get on the floor with her to wrestle and just stood for half an hour in the 16-degree cold so that…

What is that square on her abdomen? It looks like a portal to the gaping void of deep space.

Don't forget Rachel Weiss as the plucky bluestocking heroine! (Who, okay, kind of wakes up Imhotep, but she at least she did it for SCIENCE.)

If you scroll over the first TMZ link on the Bieber article, the url is "justin-bieber-mother-xanax-urine-test-pee-weed-marijuana-cannibis-downers." It's like some weird schadenfreude poetry.

Hello, fellow Pooty! Perhaps we are cousins.

My Bieber name is Big Pooty. My mother will be so proud!

He stood on the Chicago Blackhawks logo to take a picture of the Stanley Cup, a serious hockey no-no. I wouldn't be surprised if his Canadian citizenship was revoked for that alone.

Congratulations, Sarah, you (and Bristol? I'm not wholly convinced of her autonomy) made the best choices for you and your families. Now if only you had the grace to let others do the same.

I agree, the collection is beautiful, but did anyone else look at the final gown and think "Miss Havisham!"

Ha, I called my bank to see if I could convert my $7K into a more manageable denomination. To be fair, it was pretty short notice, but they told me that they didn't even keep $5K of cash on hand, never mind $7K. * I'm pretty sure Le Biebs would have to call ahead to get $75K in ones, unless he's got a super-special…

$75K in singles? I once had to obtain $7K in cash for work, and our cashier office gave it to me mostly in $20s. I had planned to carry it in one of those hidden waist belts, but stacked together it was nearly 6 inches high. I had to divide it into smaller stacks, cram it all into a manila envelope, and clutch my…

I tried to explain the plot of this movie to my husband. He was baffled and horrified, which in retrospect is a pretty reasonable reaction.

Oy, my husband and I disagree on this ALL the time. I take after my cheapskate Scots mother, who will shrug and eat anything from the refrigerator that doesn't smell off or have visible mold on it. He, meanwhile, wants to throw everything out at 12:01 a.m. on its expiration date. It drives me NUTS.