Which is about, oooh, two miles.

Not to worry. There is no such thing as a too-big picture of Saint Donna.

To its credit, Mattel introduced a wheelchair-using friend of Barbie in the late ‘90s - she came in various guises including paralympian and (for those few who remember that Barbie is technically a teenager (as well as a vet, astronaut, presidential candidate, etc.) “school photographer.”

Yes; yes, she is. Truly, however, who can blame the woman? Wouldn’t you be?

I don’t know if he really counts as a celebrity, but Todd Glass was the world’s biggest asshole in high school - clownish without being particularly funny, attention-hogging, and (what should have been some sort of tip off, I suppose, given subsequent events) wildly homophobic. I had the displeasure of not only going…

16) Anna Nicole Smith

I will always treasure the day when, on one of the Gawker media sites, I learned her perfect alias: Cinnamon Champagne. In my mind, that’s who she truly is.

So the nanny was getting paid twice -_-

Were I pedantic, I would ask what is up with all the questions marks after sentences.

So, for my sins (or at least as a result of being hit at 51 with a quadruple bypass three months ago), I’ve been sentenced to reading a lot food writing lately. Between that and dealing with my dueling health-care professionals (cardiologist is Mediterranean/lo-lo carb; cardiac rehab folks are lo-lo fat…

Somehow I feel like it’s worth noting that maxidresses were, in some form or another (and with some notable exceptions), pretty much what most women in the Western world wore from about 2500 BC until about 1919 AD. The legs-on-parade look caught on fast and thoroughly, but it’s a pretty recent phenomenon...

Definitely needed on this list:

I want to see the rest of the video.

Fun fact! “Jowly Cornpone” is actually Huckabee’s given name.

I was unaware that anyone canoodle’d after the year 1929, but I guess I stand corrected.

Thanks to Diane Arbus and her portrait of Lillian and Dorothy Gish, we know exactly what they’ll look like when they’re about 70.

The place and the routine are hugely important.

I guess my worldview was shaped by my mother’s recounting of her four deliveries, which took place between the late ‘40s and the early ‘60s. She stayed in the hospital for two weeks, and all her bridge-club pals thought she was Mrs. Modern Lady because for the last one (me) she only had a private-duty nurse for one…

But maybe it’s why their product has the best mouth-feel of any commercial brand? It’s my go-to when I have a cold and can’t taste, but want some major gratification...