Haha. The first boy I slept with instant messaged me afterwards and asked me "how many times" I came. It was just so grossly presumptuous, ESPECIALLY given how he hadn't done anything in particular to help make it happen.

I did something like that on a smaller scale - our first year of college, my best (boy) friend (but not boyfriend) from high school and my spring break didn't line up exactly. We both got two weeks, but his started and ended a week earlier than mine. So we hatched a plot that I would spend my second week of spring…

This isn't a solo lie, but I was once given a "gentlemen's A" on a semester of high school. I did zero work. The teacher gave me an A, despite a gentlemen's C being the more common arrangement. My mom was really pleased, and I've never told anybody.

Thank you. One does one's best.

I originally agreed with you about what was worse there, but the more I think about it, the more the phrasing grates, while the mixup starts to wane in importance. I mean, we don't speak Latin, so whatever. But an adjective like "bovine" or "porcine" does not come in comparative or superlative forms, especially when…

There is nothing on this earth that disappoints me more than somebody shooting for witty and hitting inane instead. Like, haters gonna hate, players gonna play, I don't like it but it's expected. But to allow yourself to be hoist on your own petard because of Latin is just inexcusable.

This kind of ties in with one of my exasperations with the film (beyond the ones that I see everybody talking about) - presumably, Dakota Johnson gets her tits out in this movie. It has been advertised for ages that you don't get to see Jamie Dornan's privates. Now, I do understand that they were shooting for an R…

If he had just a bit less money and/or was living in his mom's basement, you KNOW Christian Grey would be the guy who goes around calling women "m'lady." That's the kind of thing people who say "I would like to fuck you into the middle of next week" also say.

...when trying to build a cinematic silk purse out of the most bovine of sow's ears...

No harm, no harm.

My particular favorite thing to do whenever anybody brings this scene up is to envision the following: He only pulls on the string, right? And experience and/or a basic knowledge of physics will tell you that a sodden tampon is basically a pendulum with a fair bit of force behind it (because it takes a bit to get it…

I read some fucking masterpieces on LJ back in the day (and on Tumblr now), but for most people in fandom, an editor/beta reader is par for the course. Apparently not in published fiction, these days.

The best part is how one can clearly spot E.L. James' beginnings as a fanfic writer, specifically on fanfiction.net of the late-90's early-00's. There was a culture there of taking the opportunity provided by the author's note to have long, involved, "clever" conversations and arguments with one's own characters…

Right, I mean, does his thumb rotate on a ball and socket joint? How is he managing example 2?

I will also point out a problem and then suggest a solution: doctor's appointments are expensive, but another real outlay for the uninsured can be the recurring cost of prescriptions, especially for skin conditions that can take months to clear up even with medicine. I've had good luck getting prescription meds for…

But Mindy's lived class doesn't have any bearing on how she can use her art to comment on the classism other people display!

Mindy's lived class doesn't have any bearing on how she can use her artto comment on the classism other people display.

The argument makes zero sense largely because you seem not to understand how critique works. Mindy's lived class doesn't have any bearing on how she can use her artto comment on the classism other people display.

Mindy's own class has nothing to do with the argument that being relentlessly negative about major facets of pop culture (essentially, being "too good for" large swathes of culture like all reality tv or all pop music) is classist.

Apparently one of the demeaning stereotypes about women from Essex is they all go to the nightclub, throw their purses in a pile, and dance around them, potentially also ignoring the advances of men in favor of dancing with each other. Why this should be derisory is beyond me, because as I've mentioned, I think it's a…