Paul Carr, God's tragic experiment, has posted his latest coma inducing column. After 90 minutes of alternating between nodding off and reading his attempt to justify showing off the fact that an US Weekly staffer emailed him, I found this little nugget: Holy crap! HE’S HERE! All caps – I panicked. I’m terrible at meeting celebrities; I always say exactly the wrong thing. “Roman, great to meet you. Have you met my 12 year old sister? You guys can use my room.” That kind of thing. Because child rape is always hysterical! I don't know about you but boy did...

Katie Bower, full of reproductive power, celebrated her son's birthday the way all bloggers do - on instagram. But it wasn't enough to simply acknowledge the day. In the most depressing bid for engagement ever seen, ole KayBee informed the internet that nobody hits the like button for pictures of her 'squinty' son. (more…)

In case you missed it Cecily Kellogg, financial adviser, has "begun to plan, seriously, for moving sometime this summer". We know where we want to move – an area of Philly called West Philly/University City – because it’s halfway between my mom’s place and Tori’s school. It will save us tons of commuting time and will also allow us much better access to public transportation if we choose. Not understanding the fixation on access to public transportation since they supposedly have a van, but ok. She then goes on to set up a back story for this totally voluntary move....

Taralynn, wants a cafe, went on an omgdatenight recently. She ordered tomato soup, because that's what a true foodie does when they go to a nice restaurant. Her boyfriend ordered the lamb. This apparently triggered some sort of memory for Taralynn, involving someone named Ira. The last time I had lamb was a couple years ago in the Hamptons. I was baby sitting Ira Rennert’s grandchildren. We were sitting outside on their beachfront dining area and all of a sudden they start praying in hebrew and a violist is playing next to me. I can’t tell you how awkward it...

Cary Randolph, half a sandwich away from a meal, never misses an opportunity to remind everyone that she's no longer a wannabe Brooklyn hipster from Missouri - she's now a top drawer Hamptons going snooty party attending New York City socialite. And like many NYCers, Cary felt the need to share with facebook friends how she survived Superstorm Sandy: Yes folks, this is how Scary Mandolph eeked out the week of devastation after Sandy. You know, the storm that hit the east coast a couple of weeks ago, killing over a hundred, forcing the evacuation of over half a million, and leaving millions...

I guess there's no better way to get people looking at your commercial story slides than sandwiching them in between gripping medical drama.

I can't tell if That Wife is trolling or if she really doesn't remember that thing that just happened. Either way this tweet is one of the best examples of wearing blinders I've ever seen. And how often is she going to remind us that she omgdrinks now?

Carly Riordan, has a baby, apparently considers herself the arbiter of creator apps. After basically announcing instagram is over she has doubled down and unfollowed everyone on the gram.