I will ashamedly admit that sometimes I have the urge to drink hot sauce or worcestershire sauce straight. And do so. I just crave salt like a fiend, I guess.

The Quiverfull movement scares me, and seems horribly anti-feminist.

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I'm assuming they don't look "high fashion" to you because we so rarely (read, pretty much Never) see normal looking women in magazines, and on runways. The concept of "high fashion" is seemingly impossibly thin, wan, bored-looking young women because that's what it has consisted of for the past forever.

Obvious troll needs to be less obvious. Seeing your comments around Jezebel today has put me off my Wheaties. Go find something more productive to do.

Stupid kinja just deleted my whole comment, but I basically said the same thing. Brooke is the kind of entertainment host that would benefit from a time delay, to get her thoughts together. I skip through her painful pre and post dance interviews. She'll find work, just hopefully not in any "live" respect.

Her mother always seems sedated. Or horribly dense. One of the two.

Another pic of them. Burgundy suede? Whatever it is, I'm in love. Gimmie.

I need these boots in my life. I bet they have a pretty name too.

I really liked the bright yellow wig she was wearing at the end. She's one of the few people who can pull off candy-day-glo, and that wig was fun.

I wonder if this could be the work of the guy over at Full House Reviewed. There's little to nothing he seemed to hate more than Michelle, and by the end of his reviews, I couldn't believe I didn't see before what a horrible, little creature she was.

And conversely, I find the notion of a Lord of the Flies + Top Model kind of scenario extremely awesome, and kind-of want to see a movie like that.

Not sure if it has been mentioned yet, but Gillian Anderson is killing it in "The Fall".

If I'm taking a pass on sex because Aunt Flo's in town, I don't need to take my pants off to tell a guy. I can just, you know.. say so.

I love when people speak for an entire group. It's like, democracy or something.

She looks like a young Gaby Hoffman on that poster.

Am I allowed to help women in need, as well as enjoy the guilty-pleasure escapism that comes with admiring red-carpet gowns? Last I checked it was okay...

Your vitriol is disgusting.

I guess being civil while trying to make your point is beyond a lot of readers here.