It a little weird, isn't it? I did all this research and thinking and made what is, to me, a sound decision for my health, for animals and for the environment. Yet some lunkhead feels free to attack my decision when their decision is based on nothing more than "Yeah, I like meat." (I'm thinking specifically of my…

We laugh, but there's probably a whole genre of porn devoted to this.

As a woman who loves men with hairless legs (from lusting after pro cyclists), I concur.

I'm trying to decide if I'd rather have back fur or back stubble...hm...

As a grown-ass woman who feels stupid calling a middle-aged partner "Boyfriend," and who thinks "partner" by itself sounds like an accountant, I want to say pantsfeelings partner is the best term ever. Thank you.

I keep trying to popularize the "Lower Mullet" but no one wants to play along.

I keep trying to popularize the "Lower Mullet" but no one wants to play along.

"He's the best little poodle I've ever seen..."

I think "blow each other's wants" is when you buy all of someone's Amazon wish list for them.

Count Mockula? It's me, your friendly So Cal blogger friend with the initials Sb

"Here comes Peter Cottontail..."

This is the first thing I thought of, too.

The book the movie was based on is my favorite book in the whole world.

One of my fave Craigslist "free" ads was for a guy who had received 2 chicken burritos instead of one and wanted to give the spare away. "You have to come over right now though."

Johnny Cash knew.

Sorry. I'm still too bitter.

I distinctly remember getting in trouble with the copy desk for "pled." I feel vindicated.

Maybe she went above and beyond. She was helping them out, because her standing there is a lot less interesting and newsworthy than her freaking out.

It's an epic, epic, epic, epic world.

I think it means they need a direct line of vision, and someone was standing in their way. But enough with the yelling!