This reminds me of when I found out that my childhood pediatrician was accused of molesting children. In a weird way, I wondered why he didn't molest me—like, what, I wasn't good enough? I know that's terrible, but that was definitely one of my first thoughts.

Phew! I'm in the clear!

I like him. He looks just like my Ken dolls and he comes with great accessories! I mean, come on...a yellow Lamborghini!?

I'm turning 30 in a few days and it even creeps me out that my current boyfriend was 27 when I was 17!

It just seems so incriminating that the boyfriend didn't question the findings like the family did. I mean even if it was a suicide anyone with half a brain and a huge amount of money would want to investigate further—as it would still be INCREDIBLY suspicious.

I dated a run-of-the-mill New Yorker like this. The man owned his own (quite nice) apartment that he never moved into. He was around 36, smart, successful—he just would not leave. I think there are good reasons to live at home sometimes but this guy was angrily defensive if you questioned the arrangement at all—it…

That's an intriguing visual!

Ugh—I dealt with a similar situation in my family. It's so heartbreaking. :(

I quite enjoy "fat sex."

Me too. It was fun just watching them bust on each other and make each other laugh.

I was just talking about how iconic the clothes in this movie were last night. I definitely rocked a pink plaid mini dress with a peter pan collar and knee socks with white t-strap mary jane platforms in 8th grade because of it.

I recently moved into my boyfriend's apartment and the whole thing has been really stressful for both of us (too much stuff, not enough space.) Recently we took a break from fighting to watch a 2 hour block of Roseanne's Nuts. I honestly feel like this show brought us closer together. I particularly like how Roseanne…

I loved camp. I went to church camp every year and the expense was largely paid for by my church. It was not super religious—just a few Jesus songs here and there—and I always had a blast. Oddly church camp was where I met the first girl I knew who had sex (or claimed she had.) I remember a particularly awkward…

I totally agree. Life would be a 24/7 pantyhose ad for me.

This ad is giving me childhood flashbacks. I was born in 1981 but my former-beautician great-great aunt was my stylist and I definitely rocked bangs that short. Even my mom thought I looked whack.

Nice can.

Ha! I love that Hillary says "on e-mail" like my mom.

I agree completely!

Boy, would I love to pick your brain! I've been dating a guy with a kid for about 7 months and having regular contact with the ex has definitely been an adjustment!

"Trompe l'oeil denim boxer shorts"!? Never-nudes rejoice!