Eh, he'll be too busy editing.

Heart!

Right? I'll be over here, drinking real tequila.

Can we call it Bitches Brew? (note lack of apostrophe)

Blame it on Bethenny. People bought Skinny Girl margs so imitators are inevitable. Classic supply/demand, y'all.

i'm told most of them happen in this order.

Oooh girl preach. I am too scared to ask boys out too, regardless of my weight.

Ew no. I met him when he first moved to NYC and he was sweet, but now seems to run with this crowd of finance guy douchebags and I'm like eccchhhhhhhhhhhh.

Yes - and you want to be in the dress rehearsal rather than the taping, I say - you get to see all the sketches. SNL prepares about 12 but only uses 9 or something... The one time I was in a sketch it got cut before going on air! It's ok though, because I was playing a crack addict.

Ooh! I used to do some work for them and got a twice-yearly haul of tights and socks - still have most of it. Great stuff.

Wait - how did I miss that Mary Kay Ash died last year?! This upsets me, because my only logical guess is that it was under-covered in the news (which I read, watch, listen to daily), and I always thought during her life she was vastly under-appreciated for all she did for women's empowerment and entrepreneurship.

The interview with the Congressman who is sponsoring this bill on The Takeaway radio show today was so great. A woman called in and said "Catholic hospitals have no problem taking money from insurance companies that offer birth control." ZING!

She earned her stripes not crying when standing across from Simon Cowell.

Hearted. Good job, and good luck.

TOTALLY AGREE. An entire hipster Thanksgiving (Williamsburg '02!) was overtaken by this conversation, and I was in your minority.

Madonna is on my permanent Automatic Awesome list but WTF WAS THAT BABY BREASTFEEDING THROWING PART???

PUH-REACH.

I agree with your "it's your attitude" approach in most areas, but you have got to admit that some waves roll mostly one way, and are tidal. This is a slippery and unfair slope.

(High Five)

Smack back permission granted.