Laura

It’s been a rainy, windy week, but the promise of the Hot 100 looming on the horizon is enough to warm things up.

As if you haven’t been told “But you don’t LOOK gay”/”You look SO gay” enough times already.

What do you do when you love people who live far away? You break out your best stationery and write a friendship into existence, obviously.

Not to be confused with “butch baby,” which is also a wonderful thing.

Have I told you lately that I love you? All of you? Because I do.

Laura’s Team Pick: “There’s no wonder that some of us feel, after a day of RSS feeds and tweets, a sort of crushing overwhelmed insignificance.”

Everyone loves everybody. Seriously.

Long Island City’s artists are having a party and you’re invited.

You’re just 5 minutes and a bit of kitchen chemistry away from smooth skin.

I don’t think “relevant to your interests” even begins to describe this.

Laura’s team pick: A rose for love and a book forever.

Kid tested, mother (earth) approved.

Little known fact about the comment awards: they can go 150 hours without air.

One million moms, protecting us from chaste girl-on-girl kisses because someone has to.

You know how painful it is watching and waiting for your food to cook when you’re really hungry? The best thing about this meal is that you use up all 10 minutes it takes to boil the pasta getting other things ready.

Or at least I am.

And its critics are madder than a wet hen.

Laura’s Team Pick: I think we all can agree that the best part of waking up is coffee cake in your cup.

Runner-ups for rhymes include: graham flours, kilometers per hours, artificial flowers, ivory towers and nuclear powers.

Overwhelming evidence that shows that diverse workplaces are more innovative than their heterogenous counterparts!

They say a colorful plate is a healthy plate.

Yawning is the number one dance move for today.

The Department of Homeland Security’s plans to make travel easier for gay U.S. couples prompts questions about the future of LGBT legislation.

Honey honey up in the trees/ Fields of flowers deep in his dreams/ Lead them out to sea by the east/ Honey honey food for the bees

May the odds be ever in your favor.