She’s also very right that it just makes you poop. All crash diet nonsense is ultimately about pooping. Cleanses, super foods, crash diets. They all just make you shit non-stop. 

But women like her should probably have some understanding of what it’s like on the other side of the coin. It’s one thing to have body dysmorphia; it’s another to actually live in a body that people actively find disgusting and that causes everyone, including medical professionals, to treat the people inside those…

Yes, Jez! Please, cover people like Jameela Jamil more, and the shitty Insta shills less. Please!

Yup, she actually knows her biology.
Also, if i need advice i’ll go to a doctor instead of listening to a kardashian.

Leaking a sex-tape isn’t the same as studying 8+ years...

Meh, Jameela’s just doing this to try to one up Rebecca Hazlewood.

And if you do need external help with detoxing, as far as I’m aware the main method for that is just a dialysis machine. 

Jameela is correct, your liver is your detox.

God I love this woman. They're selling senna tea, the stuff that makes you poop. That's all.

It’s never the woman you know either. It’s never the opinionated, happy-seeming, confident woman being abused. It’s never the happy mother, the dedicated wife, the accomplished physician. That woman would never be abused. She would stop it. She would not put up with that kind of thing. Her upbringing didn’t…

And it turns out in the end, that Carrie has been in a mental facility in New Jersey for the past twenty years, after murdering her best friend Samantha and her lover Mr Big. SATC has only been a figment of her grandiose but sedated self. 

Thank you, I will continue to write from the comfort of my high-end apartment that I can inexplicably afford by writing comments on blog posts!

You win the internet today.

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I want to watch this movie.

And here I found myself, in a support group filled with fabulously dressed widows, all wearing strappy Manolo sandals and delicately pulling out a tissue from their Louis Vuitton purses. I couldn’t help but wonder, in a city as chaotic as New York, are we all destined to murder our husbands?

Honestly, I get it, if I could have kept my pregnancy a secret at work till my baby was born I would have, I like a divide between my professional life an dmy personal life. For me it’s not a response to the oversharing of social media (though it might be that for some), it was more about wanting to avoid unsolicited…

I am more sad Adam has been a dad and I haven’t been able to call him a DILF for 2 years.

Do I get another entry? Bc I forgot about the Dr. Who-themed bridal shower I attended 5 years ago. I didn’t know what Dr. Who was at the time (o sweet days of yore) and I thought it was super weird that we were having a party in a giant blue tent decorated like an antique telephone booth. (For the record, I still…