Say one thing for Hungry Girl and her cult of lemmings: At least she knows her place is in the supermarket, not a heartbeat away from the nukular button. As freaked as I am over the female version of Go-Fuck-Yourself, I am only happy she is not talking about food at all. Otherwise women who don’t know their Manolos from their Naughty Monkeys would be not just drinking the diet Kool-Aid but eating the processed crap.