I know this isn’t the thing to fixate on, but anyone else roll their eyes hard at the #metoo #HappyThanksgiving sign-off to her post?

I went to a wedding at a butterfly conservatory a couple of years ago and it was a nightmare. These things were HUGE; you could feel their weight pulling against your skin when they landed on you. I wasn’t alone - another girl had a panic attack and had to leave, while another nearly killed one of a rare breed by…

I JUST watched that episode two days ago.

HOW HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF THIS?

It still makes me feel things down there.

The copy I bought a few years ago had about 20 pages missing in it. I returned it to the store for a new copy, but it still have me the creeps, thinking that someone may never trying to prevent me from discovering the awful truth...

She’s going to appear at FanExpo, Toronto’s version of ComiCon. I was already excited to go, but now I’m going for sure - and so impressed that she decided to take that booking. She’s known as pure, unadulterated Canadiana, but people often forget that she’s done some amazingly prolific sci-fi work.

Thank you! It’s my favourite memory of the day. :)

My dad and I danced to Short People, and it was adorable. (Guess how tall we aren’t.) My memories of that dance have long outlasted my marriage.

I love your rose-coloured glasses outlook on life. ;)

Okay, so when I first looked at this ad I was like, “Oh, an interracial couple in a high fashion ad. Cool, I guess.” And then I looked again, and I realized you can take the entire family out around her and she’s walking the runway; they are nothing but accessories.

I watched it from the first episode to the season finale, each episode thinking, “It’s got to get better, right?”

I never claimed to be a smart person.

My obession with extraction is going on 20 years. This feels awful to admit somehow, but I learned it from my mom, who would squeeze the blackheads on my prepubescent brothers’ noses, much to their chagrin. Since that point, I ignore Seventeen magazine’s urges to let pimples be, and have amassed myself a face with…

I wish my significant other would ask me to do such things. I have picked my entire face and some of my neck into acne-scar city, and it won’t stop.

That is absolutely terrifying.

We should get together and write a book. It’s honestly skin crawling, and one of the many reasons I’m leaving.

Speak of the devil! It’s my last day at a magazine that is, while small, renowned for its babe spreads. And our publisher most certainly makes himself available at these shoots, I can assure you that. It’s why many men get into this type of business; I thought that was pretty obvious.

I think Kanye took those, no?

In her defense, I’m 32, look like I’m about 12, and my boyfriend is over 6 feet tall, so my everyday life looks something like this. (Minus the cig – unless I’ve had a few drinks...)

I was actually at an event last night in which one of my friend’s children at the age of 5, is about a foot shorter than me. So I…

NOOOOOOOOOOO!