That doesn't especially look like Prince William either. Whoever it is looks like he needs to get his goiter checked out.

@The Curse of Millhaven: I wonder how much the shoes weigh?

@Caeristhiona.the.Fresh.Prince.of.JezeBelAir: I had a confused on that one myself.

@Gynostar: It's just sad, after all these years, that it's still going on. This is one of the ways grown women get eating disorders: by comparing their own fully-developed bodies to pre-pubescent ones.

@BabyJane: And already purging!

I'm so glad shows like these are summarized (hilariously!) here, so I don't actually have to watch them.

@JudyPaceFace: One can only hope.

I still prefer "Little Red Corvette." And yes, Prince can drive it anytime.

@la.donna.pietra: "My sweetie" is one of my favorites. I still prefer to call mr. stars that as opposed to "my husband." Not everyone needs to be privy to my marital status.

@LindyLou: Only as wrong as me thinking what an awesome idea to reuse all that dryer lint.

@traumamama: Yeah, heart not beating, lungs not sucking air - both great clues as to why someone isn't living anymore. But yes, the real question is what made those things stop. I'm with ya.

@LolaLane: As I get older, I plan to live in caftans and salwaar kameez. Such a comfy, beautiful look.

@anastasia beaverhousen: I hope so, too. A friend of mine had the same symptoms, diagnosis, and procedure you described 4 years ago. Hurray for modern medicine, but so few get an early diagnosis.

@GoZombieGo: @Fed Up (Lana Leigh): @Donovanesque: Yeah, I wasn't supposed to work, so welfare was the best way to go, right? Oh, no, then I would have been a dead-beat. Damned if you, damned if you don't.

I really wish I could express how I feel about this. My son had cerebral palsy (he passed away almost 5 years ago), and I worked full-time as well. His father was no where around, but it was amazing how many people thought I shouldn't work. It wouldn't have done me or him any good to be stuck in the house together…

@Moretta: Who is this LV?

In his basement bedroom when I was 17 after a double date to the drive-in. There was a large amount of gin involved. The gin came from another friend of mine's grandparents' house. Her grandmother saw her take it and told us (and the whole neighborhood), "G'on! G'on and get sloppy drunk, cain't find ya way home!"…

Man, she looks amazing. If there is such a thing as "the right amount" of plastic surgery, she got it. Not to mention a healthy, inherent dose of awesome that just radiates all through her.

@TwinkleFinkelstein: Oy! Yeah.

I no longer have FB or MySpace or whatever anymore for reasons just like this. A woman my husband dated before we got married stalked and harassed me at work, at home, and on social networking sites. Once FB made us all "friendable" through friends of friends, it just opened the door for her to start that ish up…