Moran pleads with women to try out granny panties:

'Why are we starving our bottoms of the resources - like an extra metre of material - to stay comfortable? Why have we succumbed to pantorexia? It is, of course, all a symptom of women's continuing, demented belief that, at any moment, they might face some snap inspection of their 'total hotness,' and have to reveal their underwear to a baying crowd, possibly featuring George Clooney. In this respect, women have communally lost all reason. Ladies! On how many occasions in the past year have you needed to wear sexy pants? In other words, to break this right down, how many times this year have you suddenly, unexpectedly, had sex in a brightly lit room, with a hard-to-please erotic connoisseur? Exactly. On those kind of odds, you might just as well be keeping a backgammon board down there, to entertain a group of elderly ladies in the event of emergencies. It's more likely to happen.'

So how 'bout it, girls? You ready to ditch the thongs?

Coming To A Bottom Near You: Pantorexia [Times of London]
Earlier: Pants On Fire

It probably depends on what kind of person you are, but for many, insecurity can be the fire under your ass that pushes you forward, rather than a wall that holds you back. Amy might think so, anyway! In the same interview, she says that she has no intention of changing because "life is too short." Self-medicating probably isn't the best way to live one's life, but you know, whatever floats your boat... or, uh, drowns your sorrows.

Life's Too Short, Just Do It, Says Unrepentant Amy Winehouse [Daily Mail]

There's yet another one of those "celebs and their cellulite" covers of The National Enquirer. Admittedly, it fills us with a certain amount of glee to have photographic evidence that actresses and pop stars aren't the flawless, smoothed out, glowing beings they're normally presented as on magazine covers. (Although, it does piss us off that only the dimpled flesh of women is plastered across the tabloids, and not that of men.) But the thing is, everyone will develop cellulite at some point. It's bullshit that the Enquirer makes it out to be such a scandalous thing. Especially since you just know that the women who work at the rag have some cottage cheese themselves. Anyway, y'all know how we feel about airbrushing. And we'd never write a check our dimpled asses couldn't cash. So, to prove our point, the Jezebels (and our guest editor) have taken pictures of the cellulite on our backsides and compiled them on a mock-up Enquirer cover. After the jump, our butts for the world to see.

BTW, this was a really difficult thing for some of us to do. (Actually, one Jezebel refused to participate, that bitch. JK.)