As someone who's had a roommate try to move in a boyfriend full-time without offering to pay extra rent and having been a roommate who needed to get out of a lease to move in with a boyfriend, I think some of the other posters have been a little hard on the letter writer.

When someone brings a partner in as an unofficial third roommate, he or she should shoulder some of the costs of living there - increased utility usage, decreased common space, tv time, kitchen time or simply having a new, less-familiar face in the house is a real cost to the fiancee's roommate who didn't know that was part of the lease he signed. Perhaps it's not worth a whole third of the rent, but the cost of an apartment isn't just the square feet of a bedroom.

And as someone who lived for two years with a best friend and then unexpectedly needed to bail out 4 months early to move in with my boyfriend in another state to take a new job, I sympathize with the curveballs experienced by the letterwriter. If the letterwriter had signed a lease with a stranger, I doubt anyone would be critical of her simply finding an adequate sublettor and moving out. Making a deal with a friend complicates things. In my case, we briefly entertained the idea of finding someone take my room, but my roommate was also not keen on a new roommate. In the end, to preserve our friendship and my financial solvency, we both moved out and sublet our whole place for 4 months. It worked out for both of us and our friendship is in tact. Maybe the letter writer could reassure her friend that she's still important to her by helping her pack.

In college, I used to anonymously tack up short columns, usually from the New Yorker, in the women's bathroom stalls - ideally things that could be read easily over one or two, uh, visits. The things I posted were apolitical, usually humor writing or philosophical or personal musings. The responses I overheard were uniformly positive. Who doesn't appreciate a little distraction in the john?

So, rather than engaging in ideological retaliation, as some have suggested, why not post something everyone can enjoy (or at least, won't object to.) I'm as liberal as the next Godless feminist, but even I would rather read something clever by Ian Frazier than xeroxed screeds from either the Heritage Foundation or MoveOn.org.

Unless I'm mistaken, Candy Spelling is Tori's actual mom, not her stepmom, which only makes their feud more delicious.

Thanks for letting me put my US Weekly subscription to good use.

I agree this is too cringe-inducingly real to be parody, but I hope we'll get the reprise someday soon from the good folks at Dunder Mifflin.

I certainly don't feel any exultation over Anna Nicole Smith's death, but I also don't feel any particular sadness, and I'm mystified by those in the public who do, that is, beyond a generalized regret for her loved ones.

Smith was, as many have said, a trainwreck. She was vulgar, selfish, ill-mannered, not very bright and not interested in being brighter. I know these things because she was relentless in exposing herself to the glare of public attention, and it seems disingenuous to try and posthumously cloak her in a Monroe-like glamour that was never, as far as I can tell, deserved.

Am I to understand that someone has been dishing dirt in the CELEBRITY GOSSIP COLUMN?!

Off with their heads.