Terribly sad to hear the details. I always hope/assume that people with more resources than the average person can ultimately pull themselves together, but stories like this are a reminder of our common fragility.

This isn't meant to be body-shamey, because it's a natural thing that happens to everyone, celebrities and the poor unwashed masses alike, but: am I the only one who is really uncomfortable with super-close-up shots like this? Everyone always looks so oily. Maybe it's because I cake myself in powder at every hour of…

::bats lashes~~::

start peeing in hidden places in her house

I find myself really needing to know how Sam Lufti has money for food and internet.

Depends on how she said it. But if you're still thinking about it, it was probably shade.

no, but she is available to do pharmaceuticals.

Is Paula available to do pharmaceutical ads? It seems like the perfect next step and way more fun than a regular voice describing horrific side effects.

I think it reinforces the fact that women should be able to do whatever they want without being judged for it.

I have friends who, upon hearing that I'm going through a depressive episode, immediately say "I'm coming to pick you up. We're going to do [whatever]." As if that's somehow going to make everything better. Quite to the contrary, the idea of doing something sometimes just makes me more depressed—and anxious, to boot.

Oooooh! Let's all compare failed childhood cooking experiments.

For instance, the time my parents left my 11-year-old self to make supper for me and my brother, and I decided to revolutionize the cooking world by making baked salami.

Ask and ye shall receive! Both of my cats do that all the time, but only when lying down. I have approximately 274,357 other photos like this as I am a full-on cat lady.

You thought "@amandabynes: My dad never did any of those things The microchip in my brain made me say those things but he's the one that ordered them to microchip me" was a coherent tweet?

One of my exes was into medieval reenactment and at one point bought me a throwing axe, which I got to be pretty good at. When I dumped him, he went to my room and grabbed it, then fell to his knees baring his throat and offering it to me while begging me to "end it now." I laughed so hard I staggered backwards and…

@amsci: No honey - that's why we're here. Good women protect and support each other. ; ) Much love!