And now she can go back to clawing the furniture, ignoring them, and being an asshole.

Totally not the point of this article. But. When my daughter was little, like 1-2 years old, an ice cream truck drove past our house every weekend day (playing "The Entertainer") and she was enthralled with it so I convinced her it was The Music Truck. Wherever we were in the house or yard, when we heard it coming we…

Paraphrased from a stylist friend: One of the things successful actresses learn early on is the "photo face." When in public, especially red carpet events, they have to make the assumption that a shutter will click at any given second, so it's unwise to talk, squint, lick your lips, scratch, raise your eyebrows, or…

I'm hoping the header photo of Lorde was not taken by paparazzi. Yeah, probably not.

Please I am BEGGING you to stop calling them (and all girls in situations like this) "Child Brides." They are rape victims.

I find your deconstruction of school dances and adolescent mating pressure extremely sexy. Would you go to the dance with me? ;)

Mee too! That whole scene, I was like "DVF! Haltson! Dyed blue fox!"

"decides to blow off some steam by fucking James Marsden" is how I need every day to end. In a perfect world.

This child was sold into a lifetime of rape, torture, and slavery. Then she had to fucking cater the party that celebrated the transaction. I'm not a big fan of murder, but I can see the justification in this.

They sold her. Like a goat. It's not really "marriage" as we know it. "Marrying off your child" is too nice. They knew (like all families who do this) that she was set for a life of rape and slavery. Is this a cultural tradition? I don't fucking care, and neither I'd imagine do most of the girls.

We need to stop calling it "marriage." These are not "child brides."

Stop staring at her boobs, or her crotch. This is rude.

"One is my name, the other is not."

Argh! I have a friend who did this - gave most of her money away to a dude she had a crush on, because he always had some great plan or some sob story. She is a single mom, and he was a perfectly healthy man capable of pulling his own weight. I seriously don't understand. If you are a single mom, or a cancer survivor,…

I'd take this a step further. Can we please just stop making our bodies the focus? Maybe we should just change the subject. I mean, I don't love or hate my 14 year old car. While it's necessary to get me where I need to go, it's not even in my top 100 things to talk about. Maybe that's a weak analogy, but you know…

Narcissism. People who believe that they are always automatically deserving of attention, adoration, and everything they want large or small. The people who stand in the way of them getting those things are always at fault. There is no sense of responsibility because there is no concept of a world in which they should…

Loved the show last night. Louis CK's monologue was a beautiful, hilarious, perfect example of how to make jokes about difficult topics and not be offensive. More and more he is reminding me of George Carlin. So much awesome last night. Boss with the baby body?! Obama pushed into social media whoredom? Jos A Banks…

We can admire her for her trail blazing and perseverance in an industry that is notoriously unfriendly to women. However, I will never be able to tolerate the kind of humor that focuses on tearing other people to shreds. Rivers didn't start out doing this but has lately made it her brand, followed unfortunately by…

She wasn't - she was his age. That's probably part of why I wasn't upset. It made more sense to me that they would be together. Plus, in hindsight, I was too PTSD from other things to have any real feelings for anyone in a relationship, which is why I found the whole thing amusing rather than hurtful.

I don't know if this counts because technically it wasn't me. My first real-real boyfriend, I was 16, he was 23 (not ok, I know!) He had given me the key to his house and was all "mi casa es su casa" because he knew things were effed up for me at home. Which they were this one day I rode the bus to his house at about…