I guess either denial or not knowing your body very well could explain this. As someone who has given birth to a 10+lb. baby (at the same hospital as this lady in fact), it's hard to imagine mistaking it for something else.

Turtle Killer! Qu'est-ce que c'est. Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better. Run run run run run run run away.

bullshit meter is crucial.

She's entitled to her opinion but the lack of self-awareness kind of astounds me. It probably shouldn't, but alas it does. I doubt Ms. Kerr has anything resembling a normal dating life and as a famous model, I would guess her interactions and dynamic with dudes are vastly different than the average Jane trying to…

"To automatically to be lumped into that category of a gang... that hits a little close to home for us, because that isn't our intent at all," Strobl said.

He annoys the hell out of me with his diatribes about religion. I'm an atheist and the nice thing about being an atheist is WE DON'T BELIEVE ANYTHING and so don't have to try to indoctrinate others with our sectarianism.

I wanna hang out with Adam Savage and NDT and Kalpen. Dammit. That would be FUN.

I prefer my romance novels FREE of e-list celebs, thank you very much.

Sometimes a racist pot finds it's equally racist lid.

I hate the phrase prostitution whores. Prostitutes are almost always victims via either a pimp or bad situation in life or combo of both. We have discovered in the US and elsewhere sex slaves who are forced into prostitution although really these are rape victims. To me the term whore added wjth prostitution…

Hang on - there's a love story and BDSM in 50 shades? I thought it was about a relationship where one person was subjected to rape and abuse, and whose abuser bought her loads of designer gear.

Obviously Pitt has moved from stank into the world of honey.

The Candy Diet:

I will also never use Uber - I have zero desire to get overcharged so I can maybe be assaulted by some crazy person that Uber didn't really look into all that well (like the dude registered under his wife's name) That is scary shit.

Anyone that truly knows me, knows my heart and knows what I meant.

"DAMN IT, TAYLOR! Why do you make me like you?!"—my husband, angrily, to "Shake It Off" on the radio

Ugh. I really need a reason to not like Taylor Swift, but the bitch won't give me one. I get the feeling that she's genuinely a good person. I don't like that feeling.

Taylor, you are one amazing betch.

Awesome, I'm wearing blue underwear! Maybe that'll cancel out the laundry and crying cats thing!

Rosebudding was still worst for me, sorry. It didn't help that I sat down to read it while having a sad lunch of cold meat loaf. Meat + reading that story at the same time is not recommended.