Joni Edelman

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

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

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

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

It doesn’t get any more difficult to insult ourselves, regardless of how old we are. It would be ideal if it got easier to respect ourselves, but it generally doesn’t do that either. Every year you age, and every year the aging you looks at the you of the years before and thinks, I can’t believe I thought I was fat/ugly/etc.

No, Bill Cosby isn't my dad. But he was like one to me growing up.

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

My daughter just had 75 of her Instagram yoga images pilfered. What is going on? And what can we do about it?

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