I agree — and to see the picture of her as a young woman. As I was flipping throught the paper (I know! a paper in my hands! weird!), that image was really arresting. She was absolutely stunning, in a way that people just don't look like anymore.

Yep, exactly. See, e.g., my old gym, where the "yoga" class was basically just a stretching class accompanied by spa-like waterfall enya music, or the first sentence of Anna's post above, which assumes that the essential quality of practicing yoga is "relaxing."

Sorry, I only identify candy bars if they're mashed up in a diaper by someone's sadistic sister-in-law or some such and passed around a circle.

I agree with you. My point is that the health insurance industry's reliance on a big BMI chart in the sky does not capture the actual health risk or lack thereof as to any one applicant.

Her doctor pronounced her numbers fantastic and said it didn't matter for her health if she lost another pound. Yet, at her stated weight and height, she would be unable to purchase individual health insurance on the open market because she is deemed uninsurable.

Exactly. "Empowering" is more nefarious than luna bars (I love me a luna bar, but they're my go-to example of empowered ladies food) because as long as you say a character — or a real live woman — is empowered, than presenting her or treating her in a totally sexually objectified manenr is a-ok, because see,…

Okay, I'm not inclined to give ASchwarz the benefit of the doubt, but I just plain didn't understand that t-shirt, so I read the TMZ item. Which says: Maria's staff made themselves a bunch of those t-shirts in 2010 at the end of her tenure as first lady — as in, they survived working for her for 4 years. And — as a…

I can't get past the accompanying photo. Ladies of all races, marrying Nick Lachey is not the answer.

Craigslist is full of these "no gay stuff, just lookin for a guy to come over and like watch the game and be MEN and whip em out and see what happens, no gay stuff" personals. Search youtube for "uhh yeah dude craigslist" to see video clips of the podcast uhh yeah dude reading some of them (uhh yeah dude was obsessed…

Me too. Only fools don't have 5-10 of "those clip things." Best.

I don't see any comments yet from anyone who has actually gone through the process of selecting a donor. I have. For the comments that are wondering why it would matter because things like being a good dresser aren't genetic, in my experience you can't help but think about attributes beyond those that will bear…

I was smurfette for Halloween when I was in 5th grade. I did not wear a Katy Perry style smurfette dress. I did wear something a lot like the life-size smurfette there with her, though — blue footy pajamas with a white dress over them, and a wig my mom made out of yellow yarn. And blue face paint, my one and only…

The only charm indicator I need is a wink and a smile. What I don't need is a bauble hanging off my phone when I'm trying to use it, or a cord getting tangled on things in my bag.

MoGlo, this is more thorough and informative than the relevant section in my beloved/revered Martha Stewart Homekeeping Handbook. That is something!

@everyone: yes, yes, I agree, those comments are (a little) premature. My ill-made point was not that I'm too old at 37 to have a kid; it's that Ramona and all the other ladies pretending to believe that she might be pregnant were in fact pretending, because the thinking about being too old to be preggers actually…

I am 18 years younger than Ramona and have spent the last week or so wondering if I'm menopausal because I'm apparently missing a period and there's no possibility that it's pregnancy. I am 18 years younger than Ramona and people have been making comments to me for the last couple of years that are clearly based on…

But how cute would the sesame street gang look doing the same thing?

From the possibly dangling wording of the title, I thought maybe they were kicked out in a purposeful display of irony, like some sort of hipster performance art with a fake security guard. That would be better.

Snaps.

I mean, really. It's perfect in a way that neither Steve Harvey nor Chris Brown could possibly intend or even understand.