People who love beer? They really love beer. Some people love beer so much they have to descend into their basements and spend a lot of time sticking their hands in mash and performing secret arcane fermentation rituals in order to spend as much time around beer as they want to, while still holding down a job and a family life.  One common thread among people who really love beer is that they also like to talk about it. A lot. And a new place to talk about it is Beer Suggest, the beer-lover's beer-loving wiki. Browse recent comments and additions, or search for beers by style, country, brewery. You can also check out the top ten rated beers, top ten reviewed beers, and the top reviewed beer styles. If you and beer are just friends but you want to take the next step--here's the place to do it.

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I know that I rant about the rampant sexism in our culture a lot, but if given a choice, I'd gladly take my situation over that of other women around the globe. Between the female genital mutilation, bride kidnapping (basically, marriage by abduction), lack of reproductive rights or education, and general misery, I'd much rather fight the patriarchy with all of the rights I already take for granted, thank you very much. And check out how bad it is in Myanmar (aka Burma):

Frequently widowed or separated from their families at an early age, women are forced to work as porters and unpaid labourers for local SPDC military troops and are often raped by soldiers. Ethnic women in areas where armed conflict with the junta is ongoing face constant threats of attack, rape, torture, slavery, and murder by SPDC soldiers. In addition, while male members of the community are taken as porters, serve as soldiers, or are killed, women are often left alone to raise their children. Even after fleeing to a neighboring country for protection, female refugees and children are the most vulnerable in threats to their security.

What can we do about it? Well, surprisingly, you can help them out by cleaning out your underwear drawer.

Two days: two workouts, four meals (lunch and dinner today, to come), three snacks, a lot of water, all my vitamins, and a completely emptied out reserve tank of Will to Live. Jillian Michaels wants me to die, and she doesn't care who knows it.

The things I like about this so far: cooking! I am cooking for every single meal (except snacks. You don't have to cook yogurt or almonds, you know) and it feels pretty nice. I am lucky in that I do not have to stagger home at the end of a long day and stare balefully at my stove, wishing I lived in helper robot times. I don't have to plan ahead for lunches, or get up early for breakfasts, and I am very lucky in that. The recipes are gigantic, so I've had to cut them in half, and probably will cut them into thirds. And so I will be repeating meals, rather than following the meal plans exactly, so my grocery bill won't be as enormous and awful as I had hoped.

Things I don't like: exercise.

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For me, the word tapas has a Pavlovian response and immediately my mouth starts watering thinking about tiny little dishes of croquettes, little grilled veggies, delicious seviche and omfg bacon-wrapped dates! As hedonistic as a three-hour meal sounds, the entire principle behind tapas is actually pretty healthy. Instead of rushing through everything, you're eating smaller bites, concentrating on flavors and textures, chewing more slowly, all of which gives your noggin time to hear your tummy's fullness cue. In addition, a perfect tapas spread involves all a little bit of food groups, so even if you're not a vegetable fan, the lack of commitment to any one flavor means that you're more likely to get a variety of vities. And most tapas recipes are following the Mediterranean diet, so you've got automatic portion control of diverse elements and enough variety that it's impossible to get bored. If you don't have a Spanish grocery store near you, La Tienda has everything you'd need for the true Barcelona experience. Need more convincing? Check out these ten great ideas for tapas!

• Avocado, Fig and Serrano Ham salad served in small quantities? Delightful!

• Spanish tortilla is not what you think: try frittata not flatbread.

• Get your shellfish fix with sauteed scallops with saffron lemon sauce.

• I already know that my weekend is going to involve making Deb's lentil with chorizo and jamon chip salad.

Tonight we head out to San Francisco on a whirlwind trip for my friend Harry's big, beautiful wedding. We get in very late this evening, hike to the discount hotel which will hopefully not come with a free hobo in every room. Then we arise early. By which I mean sleep in really late and lounge around in bed and then take a long shower and maybe go get Swedish pancakes at the awesome place around the corner. And then, we put on our wedding finery and scamper out to the Presidio. I have already decided to take a cab, because I am not screwing around with the buses in three inch heels. I think that is a wise decision.

Then, for all of Saturday, we Celebrate Love. And eating, and drinking and dancing, which we also Love.  I am looking forward to this like--well, like whoa, which is my standard designation for things that simultaneously make me happy, blow me away with their awesomeness, and are totally freaking cool. "Like whoa" encapsulates all those feelings in one short phrase which makes me happy! Which is efficiency! Which also makes me happy. Almost as happy as Celebrating Love.

Kim takes food porn to a whole 'nother level before working up a sweat in the studio to your favorite workout songs. And, after the jump, an iTunes mix to take to the gym. Photos via Splash.

I flip through my Bouchon cookbook the way other people peruse porn. I think sometimes I utter the name "Thomas Keller" as though it were a prayer, but once you experience the simplicity and perfection of some of his recipes, you have to admit that the man is a akin to a minor culinary deity. His recipes rock but more importantly, he thinks about all components of your dining experience. To wit, in his restaurant, Keller only serves the butter that comes from the milk of a single herd of cows from a farm in Vermont. I kind of love (and identify with) that level of OCD.

Naturally, when I read that the soda of choice in Bouchon and French Laundry is DRY Soda, I had to check out the brand and of course, I'm entranced. Check it: adorably sparse, minimally sweetened sodas in the flavor of lavender, kumquat, lemongrass and rhubarb. The sodas rely upon their herbal infusions for flavor, but a touch of cane sugar (can you even imagine TK using HFCS? I think he'd rather die) delivers just a hint of sweetness for about half to a quarter of the calories of regular soda (50-70 calories per bottle, depending on the flavor).

Forecast for summer is calling for partly sunny with 90% chance of lavender and vodka cocktails. And dozens upon dozens of reused DRY bottles-turned-flower-vases.

The last time I saw a battery-operated pin, it was a blinking elf on the sparkly Christmas-sweatered chest of an 89-year-old woman at my mother's church. It was made of screaming red and green plastic, its eyes rolled around in its skull as if it were mad or rabid, and it played, incessantly, the tinny version "Jingle Bells" you are sure to hear in hell. So if you tell me a piece of jewelry requires a battery, I am going to have to fight back the urge to shriek and leap for sweet oblivion at the bottom of a barrel of egg nog.

But this battery-operated sand dollar pin from Stephanie Simek--hear me out!--is 180 beautiful degrees from the badness. Sand dollars are already gorgeous and delicate-looking; adding a light source behind them, to bring out the pattern on the shell? It makes for a gorgeous, unusual design, and I feel all the stress washing away in the face of its gentle glow. Plus, use it as a night-light, a beacon when you are lost in the woods, or be the most refined chick at the rave!

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Here's a quandary: let's say that you're a celebrity and you've just spotted your retreating backside on the cover of a tabloid, under the word "CELLULITE" spelled in a gigantic font. What do you do?

A) Fume over the fact that despite a recession and a war, people are more interested in criticizing the back of your thighs
B) Issue a press conference to publicly shame the media for objectifying women and reducing them to a sum of their (im)perfect parts.
C) Sue the tabloid and give the money to a foundation that helps girls with body dysmorphia
D) State that you're fine with your cellulite, FINE, ok? Fine! Then go get a laser procedure to remove it.
E) Put on a short dress, grab a copy of the magazine and find some paparazzi to prove that you don't really have cellulite.

I've never heard of Phoebe Price, but she stalked the pappies not once, but TWICE this month to show that her thighs don't have a speck of fat on them. Really, why stop at just a short dress when trying to get approval from these photographers? She should have hauled out the calipers too. Maybe a big scale. And then invited all of the photographers to give her upper thighs a squeeze, as though testing for ripeness at the fruit stand. And then did a little "I'm not a fattie" song and interpretive dance.

It was inevitable, wasn't it? So inevitable, I am not even surprised. I was startled by the advent of podcasts. I said "pod...casts? How do you...cast? A pod?" and I blinked a lot and then took my Geritol. But like millions of people all around this great big world of ours, I caught on (eventually) and became enamored of the great variety of entertaining, educational, edutaining content out there, by professionals and amateurs alike. Feed free, into your earholes! Or "podholes," as I like to call them.

Then, YouTube rose up like a beast from the deeps, and so too did video podcasts (vodcasts?) and those made me suspicious. They required lots of bandwidth or special equipment like fancy new iPods and you had to actually focus your attention on them, and I've never quite embraced the video podcast the way I think I was supposed to. Talking heads do not thrill me the way they should.

But a couple of amateurs have figured out a way to thrill their viewers, to keep their wandering, MTV-style attention span, and to actively encourage embracing, in all its forms, and that's by being naked a lot, and doing naked things.  On a video podcast! That they distribute all over the Internet! Doing a podcast always seemed a little nervy, because you're putting yourself out there, right? A video podcast, even more so. A naked podcast? That's--well, that's pretty naked.