Beyonce wrote the song and Jay-Z did a cameo in it, but they ain’t got nothin’ on Anthony Cromartie and his wife, Terricka, who are genuinely crazy and, I guess, in love. The New York Jets cornerback, who was in Miami on May 6, got two texts from her in the wee hours of the morning saying: “God forgive me, I don’t want to die. What have I done?” and “I cut my wrists. I took those pills.” Naturally, he was alarmed—particularly because the missus is seven months pregnant—and called local New Jersey police to check on her back home.

So when emergency responders literally beat down her door with an axe and a sledgehammer to save her from her own self-murderous hands, she was all like oopsie! I was just taking a nap in bed with my two daughters and, oh FYI, had no intention of killing myself. As it turns out, Mrs. Cromartie just suspected that the hubs was cheating on her and sent those messages to shake him up a little bit. 

Lying is the number one cause of wrongful convictions. Lying to the police, lying to the prosecutor, lying on the stand during a trial. According to the National Registry of Exonerations, a joint project of the University of Michigan Law School and the Center on Wrongful Convictions at Northwestern University School of Law, perjury and false accusation have been the real culprits behind unwarranted imprisonment. Now more than 2,000 inmates have been exonerated, including 101 accused individuals who had been sentenced to death.

The cool thing about being a woman—one of the many cool things about being a woman, I should say—is that our beauty doesn’t come wrapped up in just one kind of package. We’re a powerful assortment of delectable differences: thick and shapely, athletic and muscular, tall and long-legged. Still, the fashion industry has traditionally celebrated rail thinness as the only desirable body shape. And it’s affected generations of teenage girls. (Twiggy, unfortunately, wasn’t a sensation for naught.) Continual epic fail.

Maybe we should all ship our daughters for study abroad in Israel for a semester or two. Not because of the culture or the history or the lox (though those are all certainly reason enough), but because they seem to be light years ahead of us over there in the effort to broaden perceptions of women’s beauty.