@OnTheLevel: Exactly. That whole quote broke my brain.

"KenBarb"... where do I even begin with that gem? Sure, Barbie and Ken can be used to disrupt heteronormative gendering processes, but when you say "KenBarb," although floating somewhere in a rather nebulous vein of queer theory, implies (to me at least) that she's casting gay men as gender neutral or "a little bit of…

How ready are these people to get married if they feel that they have to go through this for their wedding day? How insecure can women be that we've gone from plain old foundation garments to having our bodies surgically reconfigured for a whole what? Five? Six hours? Please.

I always thought that was the point of a dancer's body: to be graceful *and* strong, and that the body's physical form was also part of the art of dance. I didn't realise that they're mutually exclusive. If I wanted to see the Danse Macabre, I'd buy tickets for the symphony.

Why doesn't it surprise me that Tom Ford shows off his "headdress" collection to French vogue? It's eerily reminiscent of France's postcard industry in the Maghreb in the late 19th century and their obsessive fetishization of Berber culture.

Lindsay looks lovely... lovely now that she's away from the toxicity of the party scene and her overbearing stage mother.

After the Saudis paved over Khadijah's home and built a public toilet over it, I couldn't stomach another defense of the Wahhabis.

I love this picture in that it's a big mash-up of everything that Americans love: blonde women, pretty women, powerful women, war, and most importantly: food.

Charming.

Great, the news that this singleton wanted just before Thanksgiving: the news that I get to share my 30th birthday weekend with *the* royal wedding.

This wedding is a continual reminder (just in time for the holidays no less!) that the year I turn 30 is going to be one perpetual, glaring reminder of all the insecurities I have about being single.

I always have this incredible guilt as an only child if I don't go home whenever I have time off from school whether it be Thanksgiving or the entirety of Christmas break. That said, the older I've gotten, the more I realise that a lot of my friends stay here, get together, and hide-out from their lunatic families. At…

I'm jealous of that panda. I'd like to zonk out right now.

Isn't the school picture sort of a rite of passage? They get progressively WORSE as you get older because it captures every awkward phase of your entire childhood and adolescence for eternity.

@Tirannie: YES! My roommate and I watch "Say 'Yes' to the Dress" so we can see who will spend the equivalent of our yearly stipends on a dress they're going to wear for three hours. I think I might be addicted to the nauseous feeling that accompanies any scene where someone gets close.

So basically you have to go college to get your Mrs Degree.

I love seeing little girls being allowed to just be little girls.

I love how women and our own victim-blaming even extends to the internet. When are we ever going to be able to let other women make their own decisions based-upon what's best for them? Maybe I'm wrong, but I feel like that being able to make decisions for oneself on how to handle one's life/trauma/e-mail receipt of…

@Swarles Barkley: Ignore me. I'm jaded. :)

Wow, how original... please let this be the death rattle of one of the longest debates in Middle Eastern Studies. The gendering of Orientalism has produced probably the most redundant and progressively uninteresting scholarship of any other discipline.