Does God Want You To Be Skinny Too?

Hey folks! Another weekend behind us, another open thread upon which to rest our weary typing fingers.

OMG! The weekend's almost over!

Another weekend beats on, a leisurely boat against the current, born ceaselessly into Monday. Thanks for sharing it with me, and remember to stick around for our Golden Globes red carpet liveblog!

Blink and the first weekend of 2011 is already one for the history books. Let's gather together and bravely face the bleak, holiday-less winterscape that now stretches out before us.

Heavens, what a weekend! There were parties for hosting marshmallows for toasting and caroling out in the snow. And now that's all over and tomorrow you probably have to go back to that job you kind of hate.

It's been a weekend of glamorous fun and intrigue! Or, if you're me, of sitting at a laptop and not brushing your hair. Either way, it's time to wrap it up.

What did we do this weekend? So much!

Dear readers, thank you for spending another Sunday with my cranky ass. Let's revisit all that we've learned this weekend, shall we?

Oh, is it already that time again?

As the sun sets on another lazy Sunday, let's take a look back on all of the precious internet memories we made this weekend.

This weekend we rolled our eyes at a Swiss anti-feminism meeting; we spent an afternoon in quiet, solemn reflection on the shaving of Russia's legs and, by extension, our own body hair removal habits.

This weekend we filled up your plastic pumpkin with a Tucker Max lawsuit tale and news that it's become cool to stop showering. We also looked at horrifying ads and married brave Brits who love us and our gigantic families.

This weekend we celebrated Caturday, in which we learned about the special relaishes between women and their cats, and also met some cats with attitude. We also woke up to a Brand-new day and regretted being too skinny.

This weekend we learned about the amazing power of makeup, debated Tina Fey's book cover, went ragey over Pretzel Thins, and learned all about our skin types.

This weekend, we swapped travel bag advice, received a note from my neighbor, Helen, watched the newbies shine on SNL, rolled our eyes at Axe, swung our boobs around for Cosmo, took in a few fashion shows, and said goodbye.

This weekend, we swapped styling tool tips, watched Amy Poehler on SNL, discussed foreign husbands in Thailand, decided not to dress as Sexy Nemo, and learned how to slip like a diva.

This weekend, we discussed Joaquin Phoenix's performance art, swapped Fall beauty tips, talked about a recent incident involving a 6-year-old cheerleader, were faced with the return of Bratz, and received a letter from my neighbor, Helen.

This weekend, we considered Cosmo's purchasing advice, received a crap email, debated the merits of a new breastfeeding awareness campaign, and had a front row seat at Fashion Week.

This weekend, we were driven crazy by dating advice, discussed street harassment, tried to defriend everyone on Facebook, talked about the darker side of Jersey Shore, applauded a "no-retouching" policy, and learned that Dennis Hopper looked a lot like Shakespeare.