What I'd like to know is where to shop when you are diamond shaped. I have no boobs, get wider on the way down, then suddenly start to taper off again right around the knee. Anything that fits me at the top is too tight at the bottom, or if it fits my butt, I am safety pinning the top. I have had fairly decent luck…

If you are interested in the "how" of hip-hop, my son turned me on to this ducumentary: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Something… . It's available on Netflix, and majorly worth the time investment. Lots of conversation with living legends in the field.

Just in case you missed it, there are now only THREE major music labels: Sony Music, Universal, and Warner Brothers, and all of their Subsidiaries. They exercise absolute artist and content control, and NOTHING gets by their bean counters without being approved. http://www.teachmedia.org/2011/11/12/now…

Thanks for the link. That will definitely be worth the read.

Let me turn his argument on it's head.

It's weird you you listen to her drop all the silliness and just sing. Unlike a lot of these young singers out there, she really IS talented, and I think it's a shame that she thinks she has to do other things to stay in the public eye and be noticed.

I tried three of the four, as I will not touch Castor Oil. I also did them all over the same day/night. My daughter was born the next day. I still have no idea which method triggered the birth, but I was only 38 weeks, but not about to wait around for two more weeks.

I don't know why, but I can just see the little old ladies at my church quietly sliding up on her side, and whispering, "Did you forget your pants today, baby?" Everybody under the age of 50 is "baby" to them. They are too cute, trying to be helpful.

When I turned 40, my body absolutely went on one, especially my periods. They are still alternating between being super heavy, and virtually non-existent, with no pattern, rhyme or reason to them. My mom's change started in her late 40's, and my older sister hasn't started at 44, so I figure at 43, I have at least…

You, sir, can Fuck. Right. Off. You do not get to dictate how I feel about overt public displays of affection. If it doesn't bother you, fine. You don't get to invalidate my feelings just because it does bother me.

It had to be done:

I sincerely hope this was a publicity stunt of some sort. Otherwise, I find it deeply tacky. I say this as the mother of an 11 year old. I know people have sex. I also consider it none of my business. Please do not make it my business, as I really don't want to know what you do, how, or who with. My daughter…

"bless your heart!" usually translates to "fuck you, bitch"

Romance novels that aren't cliched, trite or boring? Looks like I have something new to try.

Try 10 years. I guarantee you, you'll be fine. Me? I may have become expert level at self love.

Give me Luther, or give me death:

You have my sympathy for reading all of this drivel. I honestly tried, but I just couldn't do it. Less than 1/4 of the way in, I tapped out.

I just looked at the website. Those shoes are gorgeous AND practical. It's love at first sight.

1988. KDAY. World Class Wreckin Cru. Enough said!

I don't have high hopes for this. Expect the whitewash of anything that doesn't fit the image that they want to portray, i.e. poor ghetto boys make good. Expect no mention of Michel'le or Dee Barnes or the mother of his oldest child, or women as anything other than the worst sort of objects.