Oh my god I can’t remember. It was definitely in a colorful wrapper, though. That is such an important detail I almost wanted to make something up but then I thought “WWHD?” She wouldn’t tell a lie, that’s for sure.

The Hoda I know would probably hug you. It’s best you didn’t. We shouldn’t take advantage of our beloved’s kindness. But she probably would have. Once I was in an elevator with her and she offered me a piece of candy because she was having one. I kid you not. And it doesn’t come off as broken nice or like insecure…

I saw her at La Guardia once and I swear to god she glowed a little bit. She radiated warmth and comfort and I —infamous grouch and personal space fanatic — felt an inexplicable urge to hug her.

TRUE STORY: I work in Rock Center but NOT for NBC and a colleague of mine had a broken leg. One day she was struggling down the street on crutches past 30 Rock and Hoda walked out to get in her black car. Hoda did NOT know my colleague, but because Hoda is a dream, she gave my colleague her black car and told it to…

SERIOUSLY! Put that foot down, people! I did figure skating, too, and it was NOTHING like that dance studio. We wore sweat pants and long-sleeved shirts and had dance routines without hip thrusts and butt wiggles—it’s not hard!

From your mouth to all parent’s ears. My dad once made a comment about my weight when I was doing high kicks for my tap class - I said I wanted to be a Rockette (I later decided I wanted to be Cyd Charisse, still do...) and he said I needed to lose about 20 lbs. I was ten. I was already self conscious but that brought…

THIS ALL DAY. I was a dancer for a long time. I never had to wear revealing or sexy costumes. Now I see my friends with toddler daughters allowing their dance studios to dress their babies in ridiculous grown up shit. And that’s not even the part that makes me rage. It’s that they have them posing with “sexy” faces…

I can remember the first time I got self-conscious about my weight. I was six or seven. I was in dance class. I was taking jazz. We were dancing to Zippity Do Da and had costumes that showed our midriff. The mothers started making comments about our cookie tummies and cutting down before the big recital. It was like…

She’s also salty because she considered the half-black sister to be part of the trash side, not herself.

No. It’s code for “When dad left and had a second family we didn’t completely reject them. Even though they’re black! Where’s our medal??”

Oh for sure. But she should save it for Carol and Sharon at bingo.  

Protip from someone that spends WAY too much time in Marriotts:

Cooking thread!

I had a classmate growing up in a similar situation, she was in her mid 20's when she lost her parents. Alas, I am 30 and lost my dad to cancer this year. Life just sucks sometimes, but her parents were also able to pay her way through college and afford more material things for her because they had been accumulating…

Literally, the most insensitive thing any person could say to a couple going through infertility treatment is ‘why don’t you just adopt’ like it’s going to the fucking pound and getting a puppy. I spent a fortune on IVF and it was still cheaper than adoption.

Have you adopted? I am asking because it is not easy. It’s also not asked of couples not dealing with infertility or illness on the reg. In fact, her husband having cystic fibrosis also could count them out from adoption. Private adoption is expensive (as much as three rounds of IVF at my clinic, if you pay out of…

Yankee Candles, fiddlesticks. Give me Bath and Body Works 3 Wick in Sweater Weather or give me a nicely-scented death.

Did anyone see 20/20 on Friday? (Did anyone know it was still around? I did not, but I stumbled upon it by accident.) Anyway, they did the whole show on the NXIVM cult and while it really didn’t tread much turf untrodden by Jezebel and Splinter in the past 6 months, it did give faces to the problem and went a bit…

I watched the 20/20 report on that NXIVM cult. There was a clip showing Allison Mack and the cult leader talking and she starts crying because she is so moved by the bullshit he is saying to her.  

Ann, bubelah, it’s never a good idea to drunk tweet, but it’s an especially bad idea so close to the biggest family holiday of the year. In vino veritas