Pardon any smearing in this blog but I can't stop drooling over news/photos of the most insanely amazing food product to ever be created and marketed:

The frosting shot.

It looks like this and tastes, I would imagine, like a mixture of heaven, Willy Wonka's imagination,...

A few weeks ago, I received the following email which made me snort Jelly Bellies out of my nose when I read it:

Leslie,

So, 52-year-old Macrida Patterson was innocently shopping at a Victoria's Secret in May of last year when BAM!ZOOM!BOP! a decorative metallic piece dislodged from the low-rise v-string, smacking her in the eye.

Now, she is suing. The thong has allegedly damaged her cornea.

All jokes about 52-year-olds in thongs causing...

In college, I thought I was so sassy walking around in my red ΔΓ sweatpants (go Delta Gamma!)

Years went by and I managed to bypass the luxury-slash-slutty allure of JUICY sweatpants, the word splashed across the buttocks of women old and young alike in a declaration...

"Did I mention, my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe, so basically, we're talkin' about 88 inches of therapy... wrapped around you, for the bargain price of three thousand dollars."

Who doesn't remember that insightful-in-a-perky-prostitute-way quote from Pretty Woman, as sugar-sweet Vivian (aka "What Do...

My. God.

Have you seen the new cover of Vanity Fair? Angelina Jolie, already commonly regarded as one of -- if not the -- most gorgeous women on earth, has hit a new level of other-worldliness. Huge, ocean-like eyes staring right at you. Impossibly pillowy red lips. Luminous skin....

I don't Wii. I don't even play computer solitaire. In fact, the last time I interfaced with a computer game, I was 12 and crushing on Mario from Super Mario Brothers (ooh, that mustache!)

But apparently, somewhere between Qbert and Legend of Zelda, these games became candy-colored, illustrated versions of...

Because everyone knows posing naked is the best way to gain status/earn respect/help push the women's movement forward, it's no surprise that the benevolent folks over at Time Out New York are jumping on the birthday suit trend and allowing readers to view (clothed) snapshots of everyday women and...

When it comes to bizarre celeb diets and wacky fitness regimens, we can't get enough. I was beyond thrilled to read last week in US Weekly that the way Madonna got those strong, sinewy arms was by simply flailing her arms straight across her body in a "smacking...

As a freelance writer, I am happy to call the coffee shop my home office. I eat here, drink here...I've even had DHL deliver a package here. I am like Perez Hilton, minus the scribbled snarky comments or brightly hued hair.

Something else I do while perched at my table...

My in-laws have two pugs. This is what a healthy pug looks like. However, this is what the poor pugs resemble. They are morbidly obese. I kid you not, the sheer size and girth of them causes double takes that make you doubt their very existence.

But...

Folks down under have had quite a tumultuous week when it comes to issues of weight and women's body image. First, it was proposed that, as of mid-2008, plastic surgery and tanning beds will be off-limits for Queensland teens under the age of 18. That would mean no more...

Check out these pictures.

Now tell me...is it right to equate being obese with killing oneself? Is this a clever ad campaign or an offensive slight to those struggling with depression/suicidal thoughts and their loved ones?

"Obesity is suicide," the tiny-print copy at the bottom reads. "But it doesn't...

The ad is pure sex and lust: A woman, her "O" face surrounded by a halo of luscious blonde tresses, tosses her neck back mid-kiss, lips parted in the most suggestive of ways. The man's face is obscured, buried somewhere between her neck and navel. The image is a tad...

The last time I perused Consumer Reports was in 1998, while researching a post-graduation car (shiny red Cougar, still kickin' it a decade later). Well, times have changed and CR apparently has lots more to offer than family sedans and tips on purchasing space heaters.

The upcoming issue is...

Nowadays, people use tee-shirts to proclaim everything from the snarky ("Yoga is for Posers") to the political ("Barack the Vote!") to the totally silly (a baby onesie reads, "I'm told I like golf.") A few years ago, I met and interviewed a trio of young female eating...

When was the first time you dieted?

For me, the game began early. I remember a stupid, scrawny boy who shall remain nameless (Matt) calling me a cow in the fourth grade, and soon after, trying multiple single-food diets (only lettuce! only bacon!) Those lasted about a day each. I...

Cadbury Egg, how I love you so. Peeling open that thin, sticky foil (playing hard to get?), cracking open your hard, milk-chocolate shell only to reveal a nucleus of sugary ecstasy.

Why am I obsessed with you and your gaggle of wholly unnatural little beasties?...

When I was younger, I remember watching MTV Spring Break with the kind of slack jawed attention usually reserved for a child staring glassy-eyed through the bakery shop window at gooey chocolate cupcakes.

Oh, how I longed to be there. Jamaica, Panama City, Lake Havasu - wherever Bill Bellamy...

Oh, cellulite. How we loathe you. Yes, we -- as in, women. Women everywhere. Skinny women, plump women, athletic women, couch-surfing women. Why must you mock us?

From an early age, we are taught to despise you. A quick flip through a celebrity magazine will prove -- get caught swimming...