I have two daughters and I have done everything in my power to prevent them from assimilating, even being aware of, my idiocy about my weight.

I think I wish I had never spanked my children, but I have. And they remember every instance like they tattooed it on their palms. I think it's a terrible lesson, to use physical punishment to make a point about not behaving, not being kind to their siblings, to other people. I mean that's just absurd. But I've lost it, I understand it.

There's nothing I find quite as annoying as the phrase 'I told you so.'

Whatever my intentions, whatever the truth of my claim, I had no business giving a lecture to a total stranger.

The stereotypical gay man is someone whose company I enjoy, someone who makes me laugh, someone I'd want my kid to be. The stereotypical gay woman makes me insecure, conscious of my failings as a feminist.

Let's all commit ourselves to the basic civility of minding our own business. Failing that, let's go back to a time when we were nasty and judgmental, but only behind one another's backs.

I love reader mail, and I do read it, but I won't read hate mail.