My first marriage lasted a whole 7 weeks... we had lived together a few years, things were normal (not dancing through the meadows, unrealistically perfect, but also not bad), and then he FREAKED at the realization that he was an adult and expected to behave like one for the rest of his life. So he ended it cold.

@shellybean: And me! There are now a few of us, though I always come to the party a little late.

I'm an army brat (well, until I was 20) and the hierarchy thing isn't just with the wives- it's with the children, too. It was weird- when I was a kid I had no clue about racism, but I understood what rank discrimination was.

Ok, whoa. They're making the Sookie Stackhouse books into a series? Even on HBO, I feel like this has disaster written all over it. Kind of like "Interview with the Vampire," where everything was just. not. right.

The dress is cute-ish, but I can't stop staring at Liz McClaren's toes. About half the red carpet pictures I see involve someone whose toes are hanging over their shoes, and it's driving me crazy. There are bigger sizes out there. Even in couture shoes.

I'd definitely recommend the book- a friend read it and was shocked (??? Where was she in the 80s), but I thought it was a pretty honest, straightforward view of some crazy shit.

You know, that Paris quote seems a bit short. It probably reads: He is going to get [a tattoo] of me but he won't let me get one [of me].

My father was in the military, so we were the "trailing family," not just a trailing spouse. I wouldn't trade it for any other childhood, but that and my mother's "traditional" role of housekeeper, child raiser, and also person with a job of her own have caused me to go so far in the other direction that I'm becoming…

That's "want one", not "I one."

@haguenite: It's not just Muslims and Poles- the Netherlands has become so closed that, even with immigration treaties between the US and NL and that rule that all applications must be decided upon within 6 months, it took 14 months for a simple residence permit for me. I was allowed to live here, but not to work or…

I was a gallerista (while in grad school to be able to be underpaid as a museum person). Nobody came. Nobody saw what I wore. I practiced cartwheels in the middle of the space, trying to figure out why it was so much harder at 29 than it was at 6.

I love that Jordin Sparks hasn't lost her curves... she's beautiful AND she's built a lot like I am, so I can look at her and/or what she's wearing and move it onto my body instead.

I'm so involved in my #3-ness. Yesterday, I came home with a new summer dress, and the first thing my husband said about it was "Was it 70% off?" (um. With the teeniest amount of sarcasm)

I'm still pondering the physics of that hat. How is it staying on, since it's not on her head? Is the brim pinned to her ear or something?

@icurbritney: I went to undergrad there, too. A former "friend" of mine is still fronting a band there in Richmond.

AND I'm super excited because last week I ordered my new bike: a Gazelle Orange Limited edition with 8 whole gears. I haven't been this excited about a new bike since I was 10.

I cycle everywhere, but like Haguenite, I live in the Netherlands, and it's just easier to cycle than to drive (not to mention that I did the math the other day, and gas here is the equivalent of $9.50 per gallon).

My sister lives in Indiana- I've told her if she gets one of those dress-up geese, I'll specially craft bondage gear for it.

Right after I finished grad school I ended up moving in with my sister, who was doing well in her career, had just bought a house, and who was excited about us living together as adults. I was 30 years old, job hunting nationwide, finally getting a divorce after a long separation, and having to have my little sister…

I'm a huge fan of the Dior 60/80 eye cream. It works, and one of the tiny jars has now lasted me 7 months. I have at least 2 months left on it, too, so it's definitely worth the money.