Joni Edelman

My cocktail is wrong. It’s a gin and tonic with only gin. It’s a martini with 10 olives. And I can’t stand the sun. Not today. Not this month.

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

If you decide pit or leg hair isn't a big deal, then bam! It's not a big deal.

So you fed your baby some formula instead of breast milk. His future is not shot. Really. It's not—and The Guilt serves no one.

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

She says she’s worried that the cat, whose name is Jack, doesn’t know what’s going on. She tried to explain to him that she was leaving for a while.

It seems that "at 18 months, almost 60% of toddlers were sleeping for 13 to 14 hours per night." HAHA you're so funny Reuters!

I was told that feminism is man hate. That abortion is murder. And then I thought, "What am I doing here?"

You can work your butt off and still be left with a tummy. Bummer.