It's not cheese that determines how much you weigh or specific health issues. It's not Big Macs. It's not booze or pasta or pizza or butter or carrots or meat.

I don't care one way or another about Lana Del Rey.

Aw, thanks, I needed a heart today, especially from a Big Cheese.

Huh. Actually, as far as this former ESL teacher knows, many many countries still teach British English to their little darlings when it comes to English as a second language, so this argument makes no sense. Sure, plenty of adult learners take classes in American English if they want to work in the US, or are really…

Scented shampoo? That goopy stuff I put on my feet to make them soft? The once-a-week facial stuff? The tiny wax strips? The possibilities are endless!

Too sick to stand trial? The Milošević - Mubarak school of courtroom defense, I see. Not that Edwards is in the same class of criminal. Maybe he's even really sick.

Ugh, sometimes I hate reading updates.

Yes, but at least they'd be too afraid to admit it out loud.

So, the person making a genuine ostensible compliment by using Egg McMuffin as a positive qualifier is outing themselves as one or more of the below:

Heavens, I had no idea. I stand corrected: toootally different song!

Well, Ice Ice Baby actually sampled Under Pressure, so that's why they sound the same. A lot of 'new' music is based on actual samples of older stuff, with new lyrics overlaid.

The last two homebrewing contests I went to were won by women.

Hence, the slut.

See also: Eating watermelon or pumpkin seeds and having a watermelon or pumpkin growing in your tummey.

I'm sorry, dear, you seem to be in the wrong room. I think you wanted AskMen, or Maxim, or some other place with an article along the lines of "That Bitch Who Got Angry When I Told Her I'm A Selfless Cheating Man-Slut".

Right. Because Money = Class.

Good to know I have done at least one good deed this week. Am now off to carry myself with dignity.

Let's see if this embed works - Comic Relief with Catherine Tate.

Reminds me of the time many, many years ago when I was walking along with one of my best friends, and I started singing the song that was in my head, a little ditty by Grace Jones called Pull Up To the Bumper - it was popular in clubs at the time. So, I'm singing along, "pull up to the bumper, baby, in your long black…

Dodai, it's not the teenage boys who are the problem, it's those adults in the industry - male and female - who refuse to mature beyond bottom-line thinking, taking the easiest route to entertainment, and who perpetuate old stereotypes because, well, it's easy.