i think i'm with Toby on this one, now that i think about it.

"not white enough.. lessee.. what if we shine this light right on her face.... perfect! except now you can't see her eyebrows...."

on the right. my bad.

is that guy her shopping caddy?

america is such a paradox to me in this regard. the media (magazines, pop stars, Fox News...) is constantly shilling sex; then, a girl gets friggin' *handcuffed* when a dress is too revealing. damned if you do...

everything about this guy makes me cringe in silent horror.

SJP's pants look like they *should* be high-waisted but something weird is going on there.

Jen, please - you can do soooo much better than Mayer

Leggings do not equal pants

i´ve been living in Norway for the past year and a half, and this is definitely accurate. besides all the benefits for mothers, fathers are offered a six month paid *paternity* leave! blows my mind.

re: the last question about the vibe, that reminded me of that one Missy Elliot track, "Toys" where she's in the bathtub and says "don't slam the door, or you'll fuck up my concentration"

how can i resist posting my overflowing joy towards the state in which i was born!!! huzzah! take that, Donna Karan!!

i've always wondered about this, because i've also known guys who are **textbook definitions** of depression, but refuse to acknowledge it.

@TheUptightMidwesterner: the boys in our home state don't need to overcompensate ;)

there was an article on exactly this topic in a recent issue of Bust magazine. and it's true - there's really no girl equivalent of Superbad. whenever you find a movie with women headlining, it's almost always either about "women on the verge" (Diary of a Mad Black Woman, Thirteen, Girl Interrupted, etc) or it's…

my first thought when she threw the phone off the balcony was "dear god, i hope that doesn't hit someone" because you know, at that velocity and all, could do some damage. i was genuinely relieved to see it on the ground at the end.

if she's going to the opera, i hope she brought a sweater. because it gets damn cold in those big halls. is it really that warm in nyc right now?

i wish i was six feet tall and 108 pounds, because then i could wear absolutely anything and be called "fashion-forward."

for a long time, Batmobile was my anthem. towards the end of high school, the end of college, anytime i was starting over: "i hope you all can see/there just isn't a place here for me/i look around and feel/ like somebody must be fucking with me/i just can't take any of you seriously..."

i click on the link, scroll through the pictures, say "awwwwww...." and then come to a screeching halt with that quote. went from cute fluffy adorability to Absolutely Horrifying in a few seconds. definitely was not prepared.