Sometimes in life we have to choose between something bad and something worse.

Hey, whoa...take a step back. And another. And one more for good measure.

I hate to break it to you, but you look worse than you think.

This is why no one hits on you.

The kind of car you drive in college when your dad is from Detroit. Well, Bloomfield Hills.

Erin considers the implications of growing up as a hot pink daughter with beige parents.

Erin discovers that while you can go home again, home never waits for you.

Erin imagines the bleak future her son will have if he doesn't eat leftovers.

In which Erin realizes that her voice isn't all that great.

Sorry. There are some things you just can't pull off.