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I kept my name when I got married, which was not only not a big deal, but absolutely expected by everyone we know. No problems there. I had intended to hyphenate our kid's name, but once I got pregnant and we actually started saying the joint name it became clear it sounded pretty heinous together. I brought up the

I remember reading a book set in a matriarchal society where one character commented to a foreigner, "We trace lineage through the mother's side. One can never be certain who the father is." It was a throw-away line, but it's stuck with me for decades.

That being said, I kept my name when I got married because I'm

Reminds me of this picture that I've seen on FB a lot, as well as similar images:

Or Kashi Twigs N' Lichens.

How have we not yet talked about Jessica William's segment on the Daily Show about black women's hair last night?

There is a picture of me at possibly my very drunkest (which is saying a lot) in which I am "dancing" at my friends' wedding reception. It is the most embarrassing photo in existence of me. Not only will these "friends" not delete it from Facebook, but I have to untag myself about once every 3 weeks or so. In fact,

Noooo — 70 is not perfect! After 7 months of fucking Lake Effect snow, of 40 degree weather in May, all I fucking want is REAL summer, where it's warm enough to go to the pool and beach. Why, weather gods, why?

I always felt she was kind of wrong about Knocked Up being sexist. It depicted a sexist (and realistic) world, but I didn't feel like it celebrated it. The Ugly Truth, on the other hand...

Dear Katherine,

"My best friend suddenly turned on me"? So basically, she's saying she made too many rom-coms but other than that, she didn't do anything wrong. Never mind she's a nightmare to work with according to anyone who's ever worked with her, and she's not a great actress to start with, and she's obnoxious. Anyone remember

Oh my god I can't believe Lourdes is in college. I really can't deal with life right now. Namely how fast it goes by.

Ice pack. Definitely ice pack. At least the beer was technically consumable at one point (I mean, it's Foster's, so maybe that's debatable, but still).

Er, the people with free time to read for pleasure are the ones who make time to read for pleasure instead of sitting their asses down in front of eight hours of American Idol/Real Housewives/CoD/GTA/whatever.

EXACTLY. That's it. That's the whole thing. Do what works for you and mind your own damn business when you find out others are doing differently.

It is interesting how the whole tone of the film is changed between the American trailer (tongue-in-cheek self-deprecating humour) and the international one (serious and dramatic).

I guess I never saw Vogue as a cut and dried advertisement for a certain lifestyle, or even one to aspire to. I kind of assumed they were reporting on the current trends/style makers in a forecasting type of way. So that us plebs would recognize what's "hot" after it "trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner

Banjos and exwives ain't cheap.

Ugh. You know what would be timely? Having George freak out over the expense of the wedding of his gay son simply because he and Nina need to put the 3rd child through college.