I mean, come on, that's an obvious dye job. Can we lay off the "blondes are dumb" jokes?

To be fair, I wouldn't want to be put on the spot with that question either. What's the appropriate response? "Well, you see, one out of five Americans are total fucking morons, and there's really nothing that can be done about it. The government pumps billions of dollars into education, but you can't help a moron unless he or she wants to be helped."

I also have some difficultly with the idea that one in five Americans can't find America on a map; I have to ask how that study was conducted. I know some dumbasses and I live in what on some days seems to be dumbass Central, but I've never met anyone who wasn't disabled who didn't know where America is. It's the big colorful thing on the front of the road map, the one you use to drive from place to place.

The first months of a baby's life are an incredibly stupid time to end a 15-year relationship. It's like doing something irrevocable while on drugs or drunk; tell your brother to wait til morning when he's sober.

No one is getting any sleep. The baby has filled mom full of crazy hormones. The relationship is redefining itself now that they are parents as well as lovers.

If he leaves now, yes, he's an asshole.

I'm not sure whether you can get through to him, however. Try. Then move on to Cary's advice, which is good; sometimes you just have to deal with knowing that some of your family members are assholes.

As someone who struggles most days with feeling pretty crappy as a result of an incurable disease, I have to wonder how many cancer victims react to these stories about happy sufferers the same way I do.

My reaction is always, "Lovely. Now if I don't keep a smile on my face at all times and have my hair done and take up tai chi and modern dance, I'm not living up to what's expected."

Aren't sick people allowed to be sick? Most cancer sufferers feel pretty terrible, as far as I can tell. They don't want to go on news shows; they don't want to run marathons; they want to be left alone and allowed to feel crappy and hopefully reserve enough strength for fighting the illness and maybe concentrating long enough to read a book or something.

The local paper ran a story about this woman, and several other women who were happily having cancer. One of them, despite the doctors telling her she would probably enter premature menopause and become sterile as a result of the therapy, went on to have a little boy. The story made it sound as if she'd really kicked those doctors to the ground and showed them, yeah! Hoo rah! As if the doctors were deliberately lying to her because they didn't want her to have children. I wonder how it made those women who really were rendered sterile by their treatment feel: Great for her, glad she's lording it over everyone as if her good outcome was her own doing, and those who don't do so well obviously aren't trying hard enough...

In other words, this sort of story doesn't uplift me. It seems sort of nasty and popular-girl-at-schoolish.

Just what I was wishing for, someone with the facts. That "one in five" business struck me as funny from the beginning.

I feel sorry for Miss Upton. It's obvious she has nothing resembling parents, or she wouldn't have been allowed to make such a fool of herself on Facebook.