I think just that: public hospital. DaVinci surgeries have been around for years now.

Minimally invasive is what I think is meant. Non invasive is just that—non invasive.

They are obviously faking it to monetize their beautiful tight-abbed “love”

PB, Hillcrest and then NYC, baby. Haven’t been back since ‘94. I am sure there were a lot of happy rich kids there; I just saw a lot of lonely sad ones. But hey, that could be said of any strata, any school. But they had more money so they could buy more expensive drugs.

Yep—though didn’t stay at Bishops. After a friend asked me to borrow my clothes so she could “dress poor” like me, I kind of gave up trying to fit in. But yes, the cookies were great, and you could could choose to wash them down with skim, lowfat or whole milk.

Le BEURRE. Le BEURRE. Le BEURRE. (La?)

Bishop’s? I was there too. Bishop’s was a god-awful place. Andrew and I were friends because we were both different: he gay, me poor.

She comes from a major Hollywood business family, if I am correct.

Just remembered some more:

A tampon got lost and abandoned way up in me once. For weeks, my boyfriend and I could not figure out what that gross smell was whenever we had sex.* My body eventually expelled it. The It looked like a newly born kitten before being chewed out of the sac. It was foul.

and have wives and mistresses/husbands and lovers, each of whom knows the other, with no drama

It isn’t just combing—it is with a special metal comb used in conjunction with a thick conditioner to slow the buggers down, followed by combing through again after the hair has been dusted with baking soda, providing enough abrasion on the hair shaft to dislodge the glued-on eggs.

We have had lice three separate times. I’ve spent hundreds of dollars on nitpickers, combed at home with Pantene and baking soda, washed our bedding ad nauseum. They always came back.

Okay—late to this party, but what was the shade thrown VD’s way in the last Ballers? (I love that show.)

Say what you will, but WTF with the opening stock photo?!?!

The word “trouser” is right up there with “moist” and “nugget.”

You are so not alone. I was self-medicating through alcohol. I drank with the express purpose of feeling happiness at least for a little bit, or being propelled into a sparkly hyper reality right there in the kitchen making dinner for my kids while blasting Led Zep in my underwear. I needed that release. for 45…

My moment to jump was a horrible evening with tequila followed by a morning of unprecedented shame. I knew things would only get worse; I couldn’t talk myself out of this one.
The Hello Sunday Morning community really helped me the first number of months. Whenever I get the urge to drink, I make myself remember the…

They are both savvy and calculating about their careers, leaving NOTHING to chance. So they actually fell for each other and realized that no damage would befall them, or they are constructively coupling towards a goal (either shared or respective).