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In my house, my hippie mother felt that it was more natural for me to see movies with naked people making love (that's the term 8 out of 10 hippie mothers preferred) than movies where people were trying to kill each other. As it was, I was totally accustomed to seeing breasts on our early '80s cable channels, nipples of various sizes bouncing around across our 19-inch screen, and I knew that men liked to look at boobs and hips and butts and the dark thickets in a girl's "area" but it wasn't until we had a rummage sale one summer afternoon and her live-in boyfriend Larry pulled out a moldering box of vintage Playboys that I really understood. It wasn't just looking at naked boobs on the television. It was somehow more private than that. Sure, this naked girl might have been replicated in 500,000 copies, but somehow, at that moment, it was just her and the viewer. These pages, slick as beetle skins, the eyes wearing impossible amounts of mascara, looking up at the viewer, imploring

Last night a few of us Glamour staffers went out for drinks and I noticed how amazingly long our deadline-enforcement agent, Betty's, nails are. Look:
They're also so perfectly oval. Betty says she didn't even file them--she just slapped on some polish and called it a day. She is actually a former nail-biter and ever since she stopped, her nails have been growing and growing. She said, "I would rather have boobs or a booty but what I got is...nails." Haha! I think we all take our naturally pretty parts for granted and instead focus on our so-called flaws (you all know I'm obsessed with the lines on my forehead). So today, I suggest we take a break from that. I'll start: I'm happy that I have good skin and that my eyelashes are naturally curled. Now it's your turn--what do you like about your looks?

--Baze

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Does anyone ever picnic anymore? Like, authentic picnicking-where you'd pick up a handsome boy, a checkered blanket, soda pop, and snacks, then set up in some buggy and warm but nevertheless pleasant spot in a local park? Well, if people don't, I feel they should-the idea is incredibly romantic and sweet and (if you take out everything you bring in) low-impact on the planet. This weekend, I am determined to wear a sweet, flowy dress and some kind of pretty hairstyle (that involves a braids configuration) and drag my boyfriend and a basket like this out to a grassy spot to drink lemonade, eat some cheese and chicken salad, and stare up at the sky. We will probably last about, I don't know, 15 minutes, but at least it's worth a try.

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I spend a lot of time talking behind my body's back. I talk about my floppy knees and my weak little spaghetti arms, and my flappy belly. I talk about my sad non-boobs and I make fun of my Shar-Pei butt and I tell people that I would be perfect, if only I got a whole lot of plastic surgery which is going to be the answer to all my prayers and the solution to all my problems. I spend a lot of time talking about my body, and a lot of time ignoring what my body says to me (more water! Less Diet Pepsi! How about something that's not filled with sugar today? No? Okay.) and despite how I have disparaged it, put it down, talked smack filled with derision, and mocked this body of mine, it keeps going, strong and tough and even, dare I say, beautiful.

Via the very pretty Already Pretty, I discovered BlogHer's Letter to My Body project. Women all over the Internet are thinking about the stuff below our chins, reevaluating their relationship with their skin, really considering the way they treat

We know that you're all about being as healthy and strong as you possibly can be, but what about your poor, overlooked vadge? Sure, when it comes time to deforest, you're jackie-on-the-spot, but can your princess hold its own in a sexual triathlon? Clearly, you need to be pumping some iron...well, not literally, because ooh, ouch. Check out Luna Beads, which are vaguely space age-looking balls that you stick inside your business and apparently they do a little rocking and rolling, increasing the strength of your "pelvic floor." Which is all just fancy talk for mind-blowing orgasms and not having to wear Depends undergarments when you're 80.

I don't know, they kind of look like those knocker things that you used to play with in the '70s, you know, the things that got pulled from shelves because they were impossible to use without beaning yourself in the head? But I guess if it means that I won't worry about wetting my pants when I sneeze when I'm Betty White's age, maybe I shouldn't be

We have a demonstrated love of Victoria Moran here on Elastic Waist, but today we've hit the jackpot: Kim's got Victoria on the yellow phone! Photos via Splash.

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When used to tease out good behavior or derail a meltdown, sugary treats can spell trouble for kids. Pediatrician Cara Familian Natterson and child psychologist Andrea Vazzana help short-circuit the sugar cycle.

Doctor: Cara Familian Natterson, M.D., author of Your Newborn: Head to Toe and Your Toddler: Head to Toe (both Little, Brown and Co.) is in private practice in Santa Monica and on staff at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, St. John's Hospital, and Santa Monica UCLA Hospital.

Psychologist: Andrea Vazzana, Ph.D., is a clinical psychologist and clinical coordinator of New York University Child Study Center's Weight Management Program.

DOC We all know that if you want a child to do something, a bribe is an effective way to make it happen: If you finish your dinner, you can have dessert. If you use the potty, you can get a piece of candy. We all also know, deep down, that this is a setup for disaster. When a

Some of my coworkers and family think I'm tremendously spoiled. I carefully plot out my vacation so that I can take many little extended weekend jaunts to places near and far throughout the year rather than blow it all on two weeks in just one place, which is tres boring. Granted, it means that I waste a lot of time jammed into a coach seat, but it also means that I can assuage my ADD and fulfill my delusion that I'm an international jetsetter. My dedication to decadence may have just paid off: you see, a recent study found that "women who took a vacation once every six years or less were almost eight times more likely to develop heart disease or have a heart attack than those who took at least two vacations a year." Booyah! Finally a scientific study that doesn't make me depressed or feel like the Fail Whale. I win!

Speaking of which, if you're looking for an excuse to do your body good, Anne and I will be attending BlogHerin San Francisco later this month. If you're going to be