The Gym Vigilante

There’s a grunter in my Spin class. There’s also a loud iPod singer on the track, a yeller on the weight floor, a toilet-seat sprayer in the bathroom, a gaseous runner on the treadmill, a beanie baby collector in my yoga class (who actually sets her collection up around her mat) and the girl who …

Poo Sniffing

Due to a tragic laundering error involving a potty-training toddler’s underwear and the family’s general laundry comingling in the dark recesses of my washing machine, I went to the gym today smelling like… At first I couldn’t figure it out as the scent of fecal matter was faint and sporadic. I checked my kids’ diapers …

Hot or Not?

No, don’t answer that question about me. I’m just going to live in la-la land and assume that all of you think I am the human equivalent of Fancy Feast and leave it at that. (No I don’t know what that analogy means either, shut up.) Since starting the Jillian Michaels Experiment (which oddly has …

Um, Awkward!

Dear Shape Magazine,Normally I read your pages with lukewarm interest and divided attention. I rarely get excited about an article – although it does happen sometimes – and am not the letter-to-the-editor type. That is, until I got your July issue in the mail a few days ago (never mind that it was May). There …