Hungry Hungry Hippos for me.

I find Jane Fonda's discourse about sex to be totally fascinating! (And I actually wish there was more sex on this site, as it's meant to be a third of what's discussed!)

That stock photo looks a wee bit urban to be depicting Vermont.

My two-year-old neighbor told me yesterday she is over Bieber. Over Bieber! And yet when I pull out my cell phone and play "Baby" on YouTube she still dances. Can't help herself.

My two-year-old neighbor told me yesterday she's over Bieber. Over Bieber! Although when I pull out the "Baby" video on YouTube she still dances. Can't help herself.

Wait...what was wrong with Rihanna's house? And what was she expecting from it? ::blank look::

I live in Vermont, where public transportation is extremely limited. I've always maintained an all-season roadworthy vehicle, and I (almost) always help out those in needs of rides. Luckily, my state has the cheapest driver paperwork costs I've ever encountered—it's $35 every 4 years for a license and $60 a year for…

But did James Van Der Beek's wife finish eating the gummy worm? I'm breathless with suspense.

Hasn't being a Greek shipping heir as your (only) professional tagline gotten the wind out of its sails a bit lately, Stavros?

What's sad is that this is a real conversation that actually happened.

Now you need to scroll down and slowly, calmly take the commenter who thought this piece was not sarcastic by the hand and walk them away from the bone-shaving lab.

What's really embarrassing is when you defriend your immediate family and then make up and friend them back but you/they accept at some weird hour and it's up there for half a day, like Bleach and her sister are now friends! Hah! Clearly some Bleach-fighting going on!

Wait wait wait. I have conclusively decided what category this meanness about breastfeeding is going to go under — BODYSNARKING! She'll feed her kid with her body as long as it's going good, and you can just go start whispering mean things about Meryl Streep being shapeless in a corner somewhere!

I'm glad you posted this, my first question was: AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?!

Er, where am I defining placebo? By liking my chiropractor?

It may have been that my regular doctor was wrong somehow...they told me it was viral, not bacterial. I was on three rounds of antibiotics and (literally) nearly died. I ended up on some kind of terrible breathing suppressant thing so I didn't cough myself to death. It was a really bad time for me. I was just…

I think what you believe in can really help your treatment be a success. When people feel very uncomfortable with alopathic medicine I don't think it helps them as much.

Whoa, I resent grape juice and gin receiving a D+. That's my drink, man!

Well, to be fair, Bill kept more than a few things from Hillary over the years.

We all know what to do here: we're Photoshopping YOU, Julia Bluhm!