Can we talk about how he classifies the salary for the author (the person who created the book) as an expense that can be minimized? It takes time to write a book. It takes creative effort. Without the author there is nothing to sell. The author should be the prime concern here.

I don't give a crap about making my skin look pretty, but this looks like fun on a bun! Sign me up!

Whenever we lose the remote my husband and I accuse each other of hiding it up our vaginae. I would call it a vagina. That is all.

Disgust is dehumanizing. It is impossible to feel empathy or compassion for someone and still be disgusted. Yes, the tone does bother me. This isn't 'entertainment'. This is someone's real life.

I hate the flippant way that people bank on this. Yes, it is terrible, but we should feel compassion for this woman, not disgust. Can you imagine what it would be like to live in the hellish landscape of that head? She lived in that cramped and stinking apartment for years. One day after another, again and again, a…

My husband and I were in it for the symbol, and appalled both our families by how little we cared about 'tradition'. We were married in the 12th century CofE church that we attended weekly and that was the biggest expense. Since the CofE is a part of the government they have to charge. six-hundred pounds. My wedding…

My grandparents still get it on in a bunny-like fashion. After 65 years of marriage. I know that isn't 'forever'. But. On the one hand, I would really rather not have the memory of walking in on them that time in the kitchen. On the other, it gives me hope.

When I was attending university in a small, all-women's liberal arts college in the American South a male security guard entered the common room (I was watching the animated X-Men TV show. Yeah.) tossed me a pack of peanut M&M's and invited me to visit his parent's trailer so that his mother could serve me 'stewed…

I met my husband on move-in day at university. I was earning my PhD, he was getting his MA. Right before beginning I had broken my leg ( a hairline fracture. I was running on a treadmill at the local gym. There was a storm. The power cut and I went whappety, whappety, splat into the wall. Then, because I had no health…

She looks like Wonder Woman. I like it. I really hope that the dress is lined, though. Otherwise she will chafe something terrible.

I havent shaved my legs in a year. My husband loves it (and screw him - in the most loving way possible- I'd let it grow even if he didnt!) and I shaved my arm-pits (very, very badly) for the first time in a year because I had to perform and while in Winter I can and do wear kimonos and other various long-sleeved…

They benefit both. I pay 50p for a head of lettuce and one-pound fifty for a kilo of fresh apples. It is pretty wonderful.

St Catherine: broken on a wheel of cheesecake. Patron of 'the diabetes'. Never pictured without her fork.

I'm actually working on the memoirs. My bio-parents live in Monroe, Louisiana and I noticed that even there the costs are tremendous. I also noticed that people in that town were either INCREDIBLY poor or very, very well-off. My bio-parents are currently just above dirt-poor. They would be doing very well if they…

I eat like this on a freelance writer's budget, but then in the UK fruit and vegetables are subsidized. Seriously, you have no idea how happy this makes me. I mean, I can't afford organic, I still shop at Tesco's, but my husband and I can eat healthily and spend about seventy quid a week to do it. If we didn't live…

That is fantastic advice. Thanks. I havent tried that , yet, but I have noticed that Ibuprofin is the only over-the-counter that can even touch the pain. My GP has prescribed co-codemol. I will give that a go this month.

I grew up in an extremely conservative home and while I had (and have) a lot of ambition I was young enough to believe the rhetoric about women, so I thought that would make a good loophole and explain why I had so many 'unnatural' desires.

I was 17 and a freshman at university. I was bitterly disappointed, because I had hoped to somehow be a hermaphrodite. No such luck. I went into the toilet because I thought that I had food poisoning. Then I passed out from the sudden, intense pain. It turned out that I had endomitriosis. One of my hallmates found me…

Yeah. My husband can't sleep at all when I'm not here because I took him to see 'Mama' (I loved it) and the scene with the closet really freaked him out. This explanation totally makes sense to me. Though it doesnt seem to take the fact that sleeping next to a naked person that you happen to be very attracted to is…

Fox's shoe-fetish
grew out of control:
He found himself with
twenty brown loafers
and nowhere to go.