The article made me cry. Unfortunately the ep didn't. The show had lost its way. But I will miss it even as flawed as it had become.

She's an interviewer with no empathy or conscience. Don't ask me to watch or support her - especially when I can get balanced reporting (not ass kissing or meaness masquerading as "tough interviewing style") from NPR.

I am one of those people that would pry the tape off the end of the package, slide the box out, peep at the gift, and put everything back. My mother started taping the wrapping to the box to keep me surprised. Avoiding this or other articles is impossible for me - I have almost NO impulse control and I know it.

BUT: It never has ruined the enjoyment of a gift, book or movie. The process of reading, viewing or using a present and knowing what a gift (or work of art) it is has never been impacted by "spoilers." Maybe it's because for me, it's never been about the surprise. It's always been about the work/art/gift. If that makes me different I am happy to be so. If all you live for is the surprise, stay away from spoilers. It really is that simple.

She never did tell us who died.

And he's not perfect.

As one of his constituents, when I informed him that the Springsteen tickets he scored from a Madison radio station were procured by an independent record promoter, he saw fit to ignore me.

Heaven forbid anyone else use a professional contact or relationship for their business or personal gain - but it's alright for my former neighbor. And he continues to pound on one radio group in particular.

Same as the old boss.

Sorry. Sometimes I just have to lead with the first thought on the pile.

Of course I'd never hit it more than the once - because I'm sure it would be self-involved and suck at sex.

I'd never even think of breeding or partnering with it.

But guys, the height thing, it does exist. And my first love was shorter than my less-than-average frame. Basically, biology rules. We cannot always help what (intentional verbiage) attracts us. If you could see the last bag of charming, insane, drug-addicted bones that made me crazy for 2 months...

Thanks goodness I hid it well (enough)- for a change.

Call her a musician. She's a glorified stripper who cannot sing. See, if you never give a performer credit they're not due, chances are they can't dissapoint you.

But FAT? Sorry, that's not fat. Not even for a 25 year-old former exotic dancer (because that's ALL she is).

Thank my genetic code for my "almost A's." With new bras like architecture and a teensy bit of gravity droop, I finally have cleavage and something to actually put IN a bra! And I'm almost 50. Wearing low-cut tops for the first time in my life with a certain amount of JOY.

The hard part? Finding a 38A. It's always something.

My aunt married very well and it has put her in another financial "class" than the rest of the family and she's (conveniently) forgotten what it is like for the rest of us to have to think about most purchases.

It has affected my mother's relationship with her younger sister. She cannot afford to do the things my aunt wants them to do together, and my mother cannot allow her to pay for everything because she doesn't want to feel like the poor relation. If there was a way to do so tactfully, I would say to my aunt, "pick things Mom can afford to do."

Maybe she would pick a more reasonable outing or restaurant, but I doubt it. She's enjoying living at the top of the food chain too much to adapt for anyone else's comfort level.

To a church that isn't peopled by evangelicals - take her to a church where they discuss and question and theorize. Protect her from the superstitious claptrap! You're her father! Protect her.

When they SUCK. Obviously. It has nothing to do with the gender of the lead.

Jodie Foster has made that movie three freakin' times, and it was never good. Why would we pay to see it again?

I'm having fun picturing Dubya wandering around the WH saying "history will vindicate... prove me right."

The Retardican puppet and his Greed Old Party who represent the big corporations and rape the people and our pockets may never be the same. Whee.

Seriously, ask one of your female friends for advice. "What am I doing? Is it my breath? Do I seem desperate? Am I trying too hard? Will you take me shopping for clothes? Will you fix me up with a single friend?"

And my mother's favorite: join a church, volunteer. No one who doesn't want to be single has to be single with the right network.

Now, do you REALLY want to be a pair? It takes compromise and cooperation. And never stop chasing her, even when you've got her. Most men screw this part up.

I'm betting preggers and they'll get to it soon.

"And whereas Madonna wrote the book on sex, Prince wrote the Bible, Janet Jackson preached it, and Aguilera translated it, Spears has yet to read it."

Maybe because she can't.

She's the poster child for why stage mothers need to be stopped. Or sterilized.

Dear LW,

Imagine how the neighbor/friend felt when abandoned for a job?

Honestly; friendship takes work, like any relationship, and if you didn't do yours then how can you expect her to not move on to another relationship that is there for her when she needs it? I'm not saying you didn't try to be there for her, but did you? Could you?

And working (out of the home) women often unintentionally diminish their non-job-holding peers by acting like they're so much more important and busy now. Examine how you treated your friend. Maybe you owe her an apology?