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You must have not had a very demanding course of study. Really. I'm not trying to be a dick.

Oh COOL! I didn't know that. I adore both LotR and Xena. I bought this making-of LotR book, and it's really cool to see the level of artistry and craftsmanship detail that went into that movie.

They must have spent all of their budget on Ngila, since apparently they couldn't afford to hire a decent graphic designer to make a better-looking chart that didn't use a Celtic typeface from Dafont.com.

No shit. Plus, the few stores that do end up charging more for plus sizes, it's usually only a couple bucks. I seriously doubt the super "sensitive plus-size customers" would mind paying $2 more for a well-fitting pair of whatever. It's a much better alternative than offering NOTHING.

Strong thighs unite! I'm a runner, always have been, and those suckers have some girth. I'd probably be two sizes smaller if it weren't for my thighs forcing me to buy up and take in the waist.

I think it's extremely admirable and kind of mind-boggling that she mentioned that 'other people are going through tough times, and we should help them (paraphrasing.)' I mean, holy crap. This woman went through my worst nightmare for over a decade, any complaints in my life absolutely pale in comparison to the…

Yup... ideas... opinions. You have yours, I have mine, they have theirs. I'm sure you can find plenty of qualified others that have similar opinions in order to combine them to make one Big Opinion that can beat the crap out of my smaller opinion. Meh.

I still disagree with your definition of professional. It's my opinion. Therefore, you can't say I'm wrong... you just disagree with me.

No, my mom and I both uncontrollably cry when we're really, REALLY pissed off at someone. Which is funny, because I guess people would see us and think, "Oh, poor thing, she's a sad weak woman." When in reality I'm trying to decide which method of inflicting death would provide me the most satisfaction and the most…

Yes, that depresses me too. It's such an ingrained thing in our society, most don't even realize it. It's the proverbial scratch on the wall, though; once you are aware of it, it's all you can see. Only many others (mostly men) remain oblivious to the scratch and act like you're being ridiculous for continually…

Your strawman argument is bullshit.

Please tell us your secret for having such iron-will control over your emotions, oh Professional One. But you'll have to yell so we can hear you up on your high horse.

So, what would the Texervatives do if the woman takes this class, has a change of heart and then decides to give her unborn child to a same-sex couple to adopt?

I wear at least size 10 shoes, and I've noticed that for whatever reason cities with large gay populations and lots of strip clubs tend to have these specialty stores that carry shoes in sizes 9 and up. Usually the shoes are crazy-high stripper heels, and a lot of queens will get their shoes here. Also, it's really…

I snorted out loud at your first line.

I don't care what the couple asks for, be it cash or gifts, but I do agree that it's tacky as hell to put "we want cash" or registry info on your invitations. Let people ask, and have your relatives give the info out. Otherwise it makes me feel like you just want me to come so you get a present.

I'm with ya... I grew up Catholic and there was no way in hell (ha) that shit would have flow in my house. Not that I was brave enough to play it, anyway. I was (and still am) the biggest chickenshit when it comes to this stuff. I don't care if it's probably all bullshit, I do NOT fuck with the spirits, y'all.

Yes!

For the record, I'm putting myself squarely in your corner. I've got too many stories in my family of unexplainable things that have happened from relatives who aren't doing it to get attention; in fact, some of the stories are so freaky the relatives refuse to talk about them and we hear secondhand tellings from…