I loved Target Women. Whatever happened to that?

I noticed that about the picture, too. The uncropped version looks like something I would wear on a daily basis (when my hair was longer).

Too many dicks on the dance floor.

I'm sorry, all I can think about when I hear this movie's title is the Stephen King book, Pet Sematary, where Oz the "Gweat and Tewwible" is a metaphor for death.

I think the film-makers were having fun at Keanu's expense in that one. We watched it as a class, and every time it suddenly cut to his impression of a robot pretending to be an actor, we all burst out laughing.

My mom kept her maiden name, but all of us kids took my dad's name. Which is unfortunate because it sounds very ethnic and hard to pronounce. I've wanted to change my name to hers ever since I turned 18, but I've put it off because my siblings have advised me that it would seem like a "rejection" of my dad. When I…

It seems a lot of us recovering-Catholics go this way. In a way, it's actually pretty encouraging since it shows we can all still be independent thinkers. All in all, it gives me a little hope that it's just the polarization of the media that just makes it *seem* like there are still so many people who hide behind…

Well, good for you for coming to your own conclusions about major issues. I know a person's background (especially a religious one) can be a very strong and often supportive and helpful part of one's life, but stepping back and thinking about things for yourself is something I wish more people would do.

People! The 6.2% refers to ATTEMPTED "non-consensual vaginal penetration." Of the respondents, 120 out of 809 HAD been raped.

Speaking as a straight woman, I was also bored to tears as well. The men were good-looking, but the idea that that should distract me from a poorly-written mess of dialogue and virtually no plot is a little insulting (but sadly expected in the "chick-flick" genre)... Also I don't like to look at guys thrusting their…

Yeah, sure, like I haven't heard that before. "Try this." "Try that." "Take antibiotics." "Take hormonal treatments." "It's because of stress." "You should worry about this more." "Wash your face more." "You wash your face too much." "Eat this." "Don't eat that."

Man, Churchill has so many great lines.

That is an awesome idea for naming soap. It's just vulgar enough to maybe amuse people into using it who might have otherwise gone without. Especially little boys (okay, at least three little boys I know).

What is it with not washing your hands? I swear, with my little brother, I had to ask him *every time* if he'd washed his hands. So he'd run back to the bathroom and sometimes not even wash them then! He'd just stand there and count to five, or however long he thought he was supposed to take. And men have argued with…

Ok, they definitely should have just chosen a darker-skinned model. But a lot of these pictures are still kind of gorgeous. That, first and foremost, is what photography should be about: the aesthetic. Does the racism detract from that? Yes, in some ways, because it's distracting and unnecessary that they decided to…

I agree. I'm glad it ended up working out well in this case, but that's still the kind of thing you want to at least chat about with your partner before making a huge commitment like this.

Of course the external nature of the genitalia unaccountably plays a part, but it isn't just externalization. I maintain that the disassociation reflected in language is deeper than that. The penis is still a part of the male body, and any perception that the feeling of arousal should be considered an outside…

That is really interesting! I hadn't thought about it in those terms before, but you're right: the gendered differentiation may be especially potent in writing considering the historically skewed numbers of who was actually literate (e.g. probably why we consider "he" and "him" for the generic person, only recently…

Just as a sidenote, I find the language surrounding the mental disinheritance men seem to feel towards their own genitalia to be somewhat telling. Men refer to their penises as separate objects from themselves (phrases such as "it was thinking for me," "I couldn't control it," "it has a mind of its own," and even…

I feel the same way. Often—no, usually—I think the characters are so aggressively stupid and seem to work so hard to ruin their own happiness, that by the end I don't even want their relationships to work out. I don't think they deserve to be happy if they're going to be that dumb.