Sometimes when I am stuck watching mind-numbing cartoons with my kids, I daydream about all the ways I’d fix them. I’d dress up like Mark Cuban and demand to see the Imagination Movers profit numbers. I’d burn Caillou’s house down as they slept… kidding.

Here is how I imagine the finale of Max & Ruby. It takes place the day Max turns 18, gets sick of Ruby’s bossy shit, and peaces out, Half-Baked style.

Max Ruby Finale

Up next, Dora & Diego do Flowers in the Attic.


With Season 2 starting up this May, I totally fell into a YouTube worm hole reliving all Season 1′s HILARIOUS episodes.

Episode 1: Brazillian Waxes and Girl Talk

Episode 2: Spanx & Skinny Jeans

Episode 3: Working Girls

Episode 4: Sex & Dirty Books with Tiffany Reisz

Episode 5: Parenthood

Episode 6: Chubby Girls Talking in Bikinis

Episode 7: Even MORE Sex & Dirty Books with Alice Clayton & Tiffany Reisz

Episode 8: Kickin It with Dads for Father’s Day

Episode 9: Lady Business with our Resident OBGYN

Episode 10: Curvy Girl Sex

Episode 11: How to Make Friends as a Grown Ass Woman

Episode 12:  Hanging out with actors Greg Grunberg & Keili Lefkovitz

Episode 13: WTF Relationships, Hilarious Conversations with REAL LIFE Couples

I can’t wait to see what I’m up to for Season 2!

Until then… follow me on YouTube!


Gosh this makes me all giggling and tingly and totally missing first kisses… sorry Andy.

I want to build a time machine to go back in time to relive them all.

Tell me about your very first kiss.

I was in 3rd grade and invited the birthday party of the boy who lived next door. I was one of the only girls there, and we were all in his basement playing hide and seek, and I was so super nervous because my biggest crush ever, blonde flat-top Justin (the kid always had a flat top haircut with lighting bolts shaved in the sides. God he was the coolest), was hiding behind a pile of pool chemical boxes with me, so I was all giggly and looked super adorable in my new blue dress and white tights.

I had to pee really bad, but the hell I was going to give up my chance to be thisclose to him, plus getting in and out of my tights was a bitch and I totally needed adult help, so I held it. And held it.  After, like, 5 minutes of hiding, we got bored and The Bangles as my witness, Justin leaned over and quickly kissed me on the lips. No words were exchanged, and it was as quick as a bee sting.

But, in all my excitement, I completely forgot to concentrate on holding my bladder, and I peed right there on the cement next to blonde flat-top Justin.

I didn’t even give Justin a chance to notice or scream out in disgust. I ran upstairs, grabbed my coat and ran all the way home crying in wet tights. My legs were chapped and I waddled around bowlegged for a fucking week. But I never forgot my first kiss.


So Friday I did my own personal equivalent of the polar bear plunge, and put up the yearly photo of me in a bathing suit, nay.. a bikini, and it’s become one of my favorite traditions. It’s like a starter gun to my spring/summer self esteem, which needs to top off at a higher level than my fall/winter self esteem, that mostly hides itself in cute jeans and tall boots and giant distracting cups of hot chocolate.

Last night, I took a look back at the journey, and it’s so amazing to see how far I’ve come with my body, and where this journey has taken me; stripping down on a TED stage, heckled on Huffington Post and the UK Daily Mail, strutting my stuff on Wendy Williams, and even featured on Good Morning America… all because a chubby girl from Ohio decided to like herself in a bathing suit. What a long, strange trip it’s been.

Evolution of Swimsuit Confidence

Click here to check out this year’s reveal!





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As if I don’t preach about it enough, I got my girl Jenny Talia HOOKED. And then she wrote a song about it, because that’s how she does it.

Did I mention she’s performing at Camp Throwback?

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