This morning, I observed a woman weaving maniacally in my spinning class.

My mother suffered from an inoperable hernia for many years. If she had agreed to have it corrected, she couldn't complain about it anymore.

I overheard a group of young women referring to crack as a mood brightener.

Isn't it strange? A boxing ring is square, and the sport is measured in rounds.

You don't have to go to a cosmetic surgeon to have collagen injected into your lips. You can get the same results by pressing the vacuum hose to your mouth.

When applying my make up each morning, I feel as if I'm commiting cosmetic perjury.