I live near a Starbucks in Los Angeles that seems to be very popular with celebrities the morning after awards shows. Saw the real Jodie Foster there the day after the Golden Globes once. Totally dressed down but still had her “I haven’t showered yet but I slept on it” award show hair. The best.

LOVE “Secret History.” Loathe “Little Friend” (apparently, she decided her second book didn’t need to have a real plot or resolution). Enjoyed “Goldfinch” for what it was (probably because “Little Friend” sufficiently lowered my Tartt expectations).

Her mom looks like Roseanne Barr (Google tells me she’s still using Barr, even though I thought she’d dropped it). Which is not a slight to either her mom or Roseanne. She just looks like her.

My big piece of advice: Don’t go, “I love this print. I wear this print all the time. This is perfect.” when buying a bag.

I bought a black-and-white striped leather tote from Banana Republic couple of years ago, only to realize afterwards that I have a bit of a stripe addiction. And while you can get away with a…

I should have known this was going to get out-of-hand. The point of this story was that every photo is retouched, and contrary to this current, “How dare you make me look different than I look for editorial purposes!” trend, usually the complaints are more of the “How dare you not make me look completely unrealistic!”…

I love this and your take on it, but the actual quote is, “If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything,” which does have some actual merit.

I mean, no man’s knees after a certain age are going to be a thing of beauty either. But they’re far less likely to show up at a photo shoot wearing a mini-skirt and no tights.

Ugh. I’m married to an art director. Everything is retouched. The only time he’s gotten a complaint was from Kim Gordon because they used an “awful picture” (read: because it was Kim Gordon he went super light on the retouching and only fixed her knees, because no woman after a certain age has attractive knees).

Tyra would send her home for not giving enough neck, that’s for damn sure.

I am very, very white. I have a HUGE painting in my dining room that my parents bought at a garage sale. It has a very colorful, outsider art look and I love it. Luckily, the name of the painting is hidden on the back. It’s called “Voodoo Wedding” and as soon as you read that, you look again and go, “Oh, wow. Hmmm.…

He was raised a Seventh Day Adventist and became a Jehovah’s Witness around 2000/2001. Hardly a recent thing. And he was hardcore from the get-go. He was going door-to-door handing out Watchtowers in 2003.

“Sometimes I feel that the retweets sometimes get him in trouble. So, just, I said, ‘Stay away from, you know, stay away from retweets.’ And if he would only listen. I could nag every day and every time, but he’s doing great.”

I never thought I’d have something in common with Melania Trump. But, like her, I too…

He hasn’t visited me yet. I spent my first bit on saving up for yard expansions and and just got around to buying the hat this morning.

Thanks for the reminder. Time to check in on my Neko Atsume. I do not know why I can’t get a picture of Gozer.

This is from 5 years ago, but they’re definitely not ugly.

This does not go away. My husband and I are in our mid-40s and doing quite well. I live in fear of one or both of us losing our jobs at some point in the next 10 years and not being able to find anything comparable. My defense against this is that we don’t have children, are a one car household and generally live…

I rip off a piece of the box and say, “Get me more of these.” He can’t get my takeout order right a lot of the time, but he always comes back with the correct feminine hygiene products.

Edited to add: Oh, one time Target was out of my brand so he called from the aisle to ask if “super absorbency” and “ultra absorbency”…

My husband and I knew we were meant to be when we discovered that we were each other’s 11th person.

Born in the ‘70s here. My mother was 37, drank wine throughout, didn’t breast feed and got a full-on perm the day she went into labor (claims this is the reason I’m the only one in the immediate family with natural wave). It all worked out absolutely fine. Smarter than average, awesome immune system, the works.

I did this too. My parents were so strict about boys that even after I left home I NEVER told them about my relationships. To the point that my mother later admitted that she thought I had never dated at all and there was something wrong with me. Which was very much not the case. But even when I moved in with my…