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He trained for years to be a dancer. I'm so glad he's reached a point in his acting career where he's sufficiently associated with intense and/or creepy characters. That brings such a delightful level of 'WTF AM I EVEN WATCHING AND HOW IS IT SO EPIC' that might have otherwise been absent.

Sobriety becomes him. I don't remember where I saw it, but I do recall his explanation in an interview that he had quite the jolt when his mother just tiredly and gently let him know that she had made peace with the fact that she would be getting a call that he had died from an OD, and probably sooner rather than

The only weird detail that lingers in my mind in the time after Brittany Murphy died but before her husband died was her mother mentioning they (she and her dead daughter's husband) were sleeping together every night. She made clear there was no sex and I remember believing that completely because there was something

There's no particular one thing I've done. I usually make an effort to book early enough to get the emergency exit seat and select flights at weird times to reduce the odds of a booked flight and improve the likelihood of escape options. When I can, I spring for the seats with extra leg room. Aside from that, once

I still think they pulled that shit at least in part because they wanted an impossible-to-get free upgrade or some sort of comps. That I was a young woman and obviously mortified certainly made it easy for the husband to ramp his abuse up into a performance art piece. He did look like I had slapped him when I called

I'm just under six feet tall and I am borderline disproportionately leggy even for my height. On one completely sold-out flight, where I was seated in a window seat, I had a woman drop her seat back into my knees (which were already one wobbly stairstep away from surgery). I instinctively brought my hands up and

I will be joining the super-short hair superwomen club again very soon. I just found out I have to have surgery to repair multiple tears in my rotator cuff and to fix a partially detached biceps head, so the day before the surgery, off to the stylist I go. The fact that I'll get to kill boners while I'm sporting my

I'm on the other side of this: my dad did the best he could for me and this surname we share is the last thing I have of him. I plan to keep it, although I'd be happy to hyphenate with the right guy.

I believe this is the perfect scenario in which to deploy an earnest 'Oh, bless his heart.'

This makes me want to hold a lit cigarette lighter over my head and sway whenever I read it.

Believe me: if I was (or am) tired enough to plan on sleeping to the last second, to the point that I sleep partly dressed for the next day, I am too tired for masturbation to even occur to me. I shower at night, so (as now) I usually like whatever conditioner and product I had used in my curls before racking out.

I started sleeping in sports bras and shorts in college because I discovered that had me most of the way to dressed for class first thing in the morning. If I anticipated being that much more tired, I would sleep in what would be the next day's T-shirt, too. I remember it weirded out one dorm roommate because she

Cooper said in an interview that he wouldn't date Lawrence because he's old enough to be her father. He's a pretty solid actor, but his squicked reaction seemed pretty legit.

I had (note the tense) a friend who could not stop talking about not just her high school experiences, but her junior high and primary school experiences, while in her mid-twenties. I do not exaggerate when I write that she brought that shit up during every conversation we had in the two years I spent trying so hard

Matt Damon mentioned in an interview that he has sort of a deal with the paps: he won't do anything interesting in public if they will leave him and his family alone. It's working for him.

I remember a kind of nice interview he gave, wherein he recounted that his girlfriend told him he had either two or three years (I don't remember which) to get his shit together or she was leaving him. The kind of nice part was how much he didn't want her to dump him. Oh, and also that he wanted to get the

Don't forget to be ready in case they call a code! (Edited to clarify that the 'they' are the MRAs, who have quite the rainbow of counter-arguments.) http://exposingfeminism.wordpress.com/shaming-tactics/

Michelle's adorable outrage and his equally adorable self-satisfied cheek in response is still just as adorably adorable as it was the first time I saw this.

It should be the new campaign slogan: 'Romney/Ryan 2012: Penalty Dicks for Everyone!' It's perfect.

I reached the point where I had to start wearing adult diapers lined with three overnight/extra long pads in a T-shape so I could have more than twenty minutes between needing to change products and actually sleep in two to three hour increments. This, twice a month when it wasn't this for a solid 30+ days with a