I just read this in a People magazine. When Courtney Cox decides to splurge she has a piece of eggplant lasagne. For real. She said it, they printed it. Now let me tell you what a splurge in my world looks like – I start with a Boston Creme donut and a caramel full fat with whip frapuccino. I go from there to DQ and lovingly eat a full size midnight truffle blizzard. After that, I wait a bit, to make some room…then I eat a piece of chocolate cheesecake the size of my head. Now that my friend is a splurge. In my life, a piece of eggplant lasagne is a normal meal, even a “trying to eat better” kind of night. What is wrong with these women? I mean that kind of comment isn’t going to make anyone like you more, no one in the real world is going to identify with that kind of splurge. I can imagine her poor daughter asking for a treat and getting a piece of seaweed. And let’s just mention here that I am a very normal, average weight…I think all these eggplant lasagne splurging women must be pretty grumpy…nothing a trip to Dairy Queen can’t cure ;-).