Why I will never "diet"

So, D and his boyfriend have decided they need to lose weight. So, they're on this crazy diet where the day's eating is as follows:

Breakfast: Hardboiled egg, tuna in water

Lunch: Plain oatmeal in milk with a handful of berries

Snack: Piece of fruit

Dinner: Regular dinner

They're both big, strong men (let's say 180 pounds or so) and so I told D that he's going to starve and eventually revolt against this stupid diet. He said, "No, honey...I'm not hungry. I promise."

So I decided to test out this revolutionary "diet" yesterday. I ate my egg and tuna at 10 a.m.; by 12, I was hungry, so I ate my oatmeal. I was alright with an afternoon banana until about 4:30 p.m., when hunger hit. I ate a small handful of walnuts (the only thing in my desk) and made it through my late-afternoon class. By the time I got home at 7:25 p.m., I was famished. I ate my regular dinner and was still hungry. I ate a bowl of cereal and went to bed hungry. This morning, I woke up hungry, ate my regular breakfast, and was still hungry.

Everyone. Diets are evil. Evil, I say! Never again!

Oscar disappointments

No, I'm not talking fashion (though while we're on the subject of fashion, what was Anne Hathaway thinking?) I'm talking disappointment.

For those who haven't seen Little Children, it's a must see this season. The movie is the story of suburban marrieds and the (unexpected) connections between their lives as they struggle to find happiness. And unfortunately, it earned not one award at this year's Oscars. It was up for three: the divine Kate Winslet for best actress (who didn't have a chance against Helen Mirren; the comeback kid Jackie Earle Haley for best supporting actor (my personal pick, though I knew he'd never win); and best screenplay adaptation. I thought for sure it would win for best screenplay, which would perhaps get more people to watch it. The screenplay is based on Tom Perrotta's novel and was sheer brilliance.

While you're at it, go ahead and read the book, too. Again: Brilliant.