Remember Crystal Renn, the plus-sized model who was famous for not giving a fuck about what people thought of her and her beautiful, robust figure?

If not, here’s a brief recap on who she is – Renn was a fashion model who formerly suffered from anorexia. After going through therapy and treatment, Renn went from a wicked unhealthy size 00 to a size 12, which is pretty average in your day-to-day people, but way plus-sized, according to the fashion world.

Since her days of being prized for a size 12 fashion model, Crystal has lost some weight and has dropped to a size 8. Still pretty ‘large’ for a haute couture model, but statistically less than what the US considers an average woman. Naturally, because she’s lost some weight, plus-size supporters are coming forward to claim that Renn is falling back into her old ways, and is ‘ashamed’ of being plus-size. Renn had this to say:

“I think that by placing a title on my head, which is ‘plus-size,’ and then the picture that these people have created in their mind about what plus-size actually is, I’ve basically failed [your expectations] just with that.”

Renn also states that if she tried to live up to the plus-size standard to which she was accustomed to earlier in the year, she’d have another load of issues to contend with:

“I would have to have another eating disorder to live up to that expectation. I had anorexia because someone else set the standard for me and I wanted to follow it. … If I followed what the public wanted from me. I’d be doing the same thing. I’d have a binge eating disorder.”

I know there’s a lot of joking around on the site about Khloe Kardashian being Sasquatch and Jennifer Love Hewitt having big legs, but seriously, eating disorders are no joke, on either end of the spectrum, and none of us ACTUALLY care if you’re a size 00 or a size 28, as long as you’re fucking healthy. Really – if you or someone you know is having problems with both their emotional and physical health, there’s help and support groups out there, so don’t suffer alone – take advantage, guys.

Crystal Renn is hot no matter how you slice it, and she should own it – no matter what anyone says, joking or not.

So here’s Katy Perry for the March ’11 issue of Elle magazine, looking like she walked off the set of another Austin Powers movie. AS AN EXTRA. All in all, girlfriend looks good in the shoot, has some sensible-ish things to say and still tries to maintain the position that she’s the coquettish sex symbol of the world, so move the fuck over, Marilyn Monroe.

Honestly, I’m growing rather bored of Katy, you guys, and I hope you are too. Because frankly? Unless she’s divorcing Russell Brand, joining a convent, or boning Christina Aguilera, I have no more room to pretend to be interested.

Here’s the finer points from her interview, like how she was a financial loser at one point and considered letting a man take care of her while she knitted shawls:

“I had two cars repossessed, and I was writing bad checks, but I gave myself a timeline. I thought, Okay, if I don’t make it by 25, I’m just going to get married and pop out some babies and do some crafts.”

On her ever-changing body during adolescence and how it worked out for the best:

“I was shaped like a square at one time. I was! I’m generally around 130 pounds, which is totally fine for me. But when I was a kid, I was the same height and weighed more like 145. And I had enormous boobs that I didn’t know what to do with, so I wore minimizers, which were not cute. Those thick-ass straps! I got made fun of for the over-the-shoulder boulder holder … and all I wanted was to look like Kate Moss. Little did I know…that these things would come in handy someday.”

On her transcending easy-going-ness:

“It’s important to be relatable and normal. And I think that what helps with that, for me, is that I had the rug pulled out from underneath my feet so many times. It was like, ‘Listen up, bitch, you’re not going to get served this on a silver platter—you’ve got to work for it!’ I don’t feel like I can act like an entitled bitch yet! I still have so much to prove.”

So, OK. Katy Perry. “Blah blah I was the obligatory normal high school girl that had financial woes because I didn’t have a man to take care of me but I turned out OK AND I HAVE BIG OLD TITS WHICH I USE AS MIND CONTROL TO GET WHAT I WANT.”

Happy now? Is this the Katy Perry that everyone’s so fascinated by?

“The only reason I got married in 2003 was for my children. I had a therapist who said marriage is really a container for a family and that made sense to me. Bart and I have been together for years. We have Caleb, 13, and our daughter Liv, who is eight.”

Julianne Moore, on the persuasion it took from her therapist to marry her children’s father for her children’s sake, which really brings up an interesting point – the very idea that some people are willing to sacrifice their romantic relationship satisfaction for an out-dated idea that a family absolutely has to be married by the church, or by a court of law, in order to be legit. Or authentic. Or whatever.

More often than not?  In shitty, stay-together-for-the-kids relationships? It’s THE KIDS who are most affected. When two parents stick it out for any reason other than wanting to stick it out? It really never ends well for anyone, if it ends at all – and sometimes that in itself is just as damaging as ending badly.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not anti-marriage by a long shot. And I think that EVERYONE, whatever their sexual orientation is, should be allowed to marry. But I also think that couples shouldn’t be pressured to marry because it’s either ‘right for the kids’ state of mind,’ or because it’s Just What People Do if They Want Kids.  My bottom line?  Getting married for any other reasons than love, mutual respect, and a desire to stay together for as long as remotely possible is just crap.

I like you, Julianne. And I’m glad that your situation’s working out for you these days. And because there might have been some undertones of trouble in your relationship, just based on your words, I wish you luck in either case.  Just do me a favor – if shit rolls downhill, which sometimes, you know, happens, keep the kids out of it.

Ugh, if there’s one thing that grosses me out (beside Miley boning Amy Winehouse’s ex and photos of a shirtless Justin Bieber,) it’s couples hanging off each other in public. And if they feed each other? Forget about it. I once stopped speaking to a man because he tried to put a piece of cake in my mouth at a birthday party. Do I look like some sort of animal? Save that stuff for private/never, champ.

I’m sure you can only imagine how repulsed I am after seeing this footage of Cameron Diaz chompin’ on some popcorn as she shoves a handful of it into the mouth of her rumored boyfriend, Alex Rodriguez.

Do you guys agree that feeding your “lover” (barf) in public is tacky as all hell, or am I just one of those people that’s going to fail that KY Intimacy Experiment hard?

I sure as hell didn’t. After posted yesterday, I walked down to the farmer’s market and bought fresh produce and drank half a bottle of wine in my bed while trying out those new Sally Hansen nail polish strips and watching Before Sunset.

I certainly didn’t mind missing the game, but now I’m kinda bummed I missed that super offensive Groupon commercial everyone is talking about and Christina Aguilera fucking up the National Anthem.

How is it that she forgot the lines to the song? She must have sung the National Anthem one hundred times in her life. It’s a staple.

I’m guessing she hasn’t sung it in a long time, but was confident she wouldn’t mess it up, and went out on to the field without reviewing the lines. That’s my guess, because she’s usually a top notch performer. Then again, she could have been distracted by what’s going on at home.

Either way, she made out a lot better than Ashlee Simpson did at the Orange Bowl few years ago.

So yes. I’m not going to mince words on this one: the shiny newness of relationships ALL FADE after awhile. Halle Berry can tell you that, like, fifteen times over, and oh, so can Jennifer Aniston. Everything bright and promising does tend to dull after so many instances of waking up next to the same old, funk-breathed face day in and day out. Let’s not kid ourselves.

However, in some relationships, that ‘newness’ fades into a comfortable companionship. My husband and I have been together a total of six years, married for four of them, and our ‘newness’ kind of went away six months into the relationship. Yes, some fade faster than others, and for how fast our pretty gift-wrapped relationship faded, I thought for sure we’d be through by the end of the first year. Fortunately, (and for, like, only the second time in my life) I was wrong.

The novelty wore off, but our comfort level sunk in. Like, WAY IN. These days, dressing up for a non-home-cooked meal consists of ‘good’ yoga pants and eating Chinese takeout on the floor in the living room. Party on, Wayne (party on, Garth). These days, repulsive emissions of bodily gas results in fits of laughter rather than looks of disgust. These days, it’s ‘Hey, you have a big old pimple on your back … let me get that,’ instead of politely looking the other way and trying not to focus on it during an honest attempt at climax.

Anyway. You get my point.

The main exercise for the day was to assess whether or not those things that initially attracted us still stoke the fires within. My husband’s finer qualities included a mutual love for Radiohead, a comprehensive knowledge of fine wines, and a banging sense of fashion. My husband claims that my major attractables included a great backside, an easy way of laughing, and kind eyes.

After closely examining these things this afternoon, and even though my husband’s swanky style has succumbed to Daddy-hood and my eyes are more apt to narrow in work-related concentration these days than to toss kind, simpering glances around, at the end of the day?  We’ve still got it.

The second part of the experiment revolved around snapping out of the daily grind of day-to-day life and experiencing one another in different atmospheres and situations.

So, next big milestone on the relationship to-do list?

Get in the car, go for a drive, and eat INSIDE the Chinese food restaurant. But guys? The yoga pants are staying.

Stay tuned for day four, and for more information about the Intimacy Experiment, make sure to check out K-Y Brand’s Facebook Page, Couples Place.

Also, don’t forget to enter for your chance to win a K-Y Intimacy Experiment kit of your own – leave it in the comments!

I wrote this posting while participating in a blog campaign on behalf of K-Y^® Brand and also received product samples to help facilitate my review. In addition, K-Y^® Brand sent me a gift card to thank me for taking the time to participate