I was really really worried that it was going to be negative, this being the internet and all. This is really sweet.

Maybe she will pose with him in "Hopper's Bazaar" magazine.

Yeah, I don't think this is commentary on forcing yourself to be attracted to someone who you're not attracted to. It's about letting societal pressure bully you out of being attracted to someone who you ARE attracted to.

Louie hit this one on the head. I've dated a lot of heavier girls and I've definitely felt the judgement from other men. The problem isn't that men don't like big girls; it's that men don't like the way other men look at them when they're with big girls. It's a societal issue that Louis illustrates flawlessly. It's…

Now see, all I can think of when I see him is patchouli. With topnotes of weed.

sandwiched between corned beef, swiss cheese, thousand island, and dark rye bread. reubens make life worth living.

OH NO!!!! This is the worst thing since those 200 girls were kidnapped from their school.

The thing is, it shouldn't matter. The photos aren't sexual, and to claim that they are — and worse, blame Willow Smith for them being sexual — is to forcibly sexualize a 13-year-old girl just because she's a 13-year-old girl.

Oh god, THE FEELS. *sob*

I recently saw paparazzi photos of Benedict Cumberbatch arriving in NYC - this is clearly the reason. He's been released from his cupboard.

After dealing with acne for 15 years, I finally went on Isotretinoin. It was the best decision I have ever made. It cleared up my face and allowed me to look people in the eye without being embarrassed about being an adult with acne. To me, it was a miracle drug.

So that's what happened to Myrtle after she was burned at the stake on COVEN.

I happen to know a kick-ass seven-year-old named Otis. It is an awesome name! But I hope it doesn't get trendy.

I love the name Otis because I immediately think of Otis Spunkmeyer and then I think of cookies and then I eat all the cookies.

It really burns my noodle when people who have benefited from good luck, good health care and/or won the genetic lottery take their good fortune as proof that they have somehow found the Holy Grail of parenting, and proselytize whatever kinky path they've taken as The Way.

I am so torn between hating this trend (major self-esteem issues for young boys, steroid use, compulsive exercising) and loving this trend (I could look at that picture of Ryan Gosling all day. Literally. Try me.) that I can't properly articulate my thoughts.

I am a poop truther.