My great-grandmother died of an illegal abortion - it was her 16th pregnancy and during the Depression. She left my grandmother, the eldest, to care for the little ones. Of course, my grandmother had desperately wanted to be a nun. Nuns don't have kids. So had abortion been legal, I wouldn't be here. Hint: fate is a…

An excellent point - at least be morally consistent dicks who hate women's choices to determine their own fates.

The best part is that Jackie Battley was the Mary Kay LeTourneau to Newt's Vilii Fulauu.

Jennifer Hudson has now officially started irritating me. Although that probably should have started when she won an Oscar for singing.

I once spent about ten minutes at LAX security as they debated whether my yogurt was a liquid or a gel. I offered to eat it for them to solve the issue but was allowed to pass through with the suspicious dairy.

425 million is a lotta dough. But then again, it involved putting up with Mel Gibson for nearly three decades. Well earned, Robyn.

I, Madison, hereby sign a billion year contract to be Suri's BFF. With the emphasis on the last F, really.

I've always found him Quite Handsome but damn - that did look like a good hug,

Couldn't they buy Suri some friends instead?

Neanderthals didn't evolve in to homo sapiens. Might wanna check that paper.

Hi-yaaaaaa!

This entire post made my brain hurt. I just can't fathom this thought pattern.

See, now, if the Iraq War had more girl on girl action I bet it would've been an easier sell.

I actually had such an emergency lately. Someone at work said "Put that on your list" and I could then not get "Your kiss is on my list" out of my head for HOURS. I bet hearing the song would have helped rather than me mentally mumbling the lyrics for HOURS.

It looks like she's wearing a tee shirt made of that thermal changing fabric that was so popular in like 1990. So, something tacky, vaguely nostalgic and utterly pointless - how apropos.

Slate did an analysis, and he's not fluent - he's conversational in Mandarin.

Barack's a lucky man. Three stunning women with amazing gowns and kick-ass smarts - shazam!

Hey, that is enough for me! My friends speculated that I would be dragged from the San Diego Zoo by security, my hands full of tufts of black and white fur...A panda quickie could sustain me for ages.

I am so with you. If you go to the panda preserve in China and make a donation you can hug one briefly. That's what I'm doing when I win the lottery and/or get a real job.

Go to your local IKEA - they have a variety of pickled herrings. I find the mustard variant to be quite accessible. Serve atop crispy rectangles of Wasa bread. Nam nam!