I think there's something to what you're saying, but I do know from experience that many men genuinely don't know how to compliment a woman without mentioning her looks — they seem to even think it's impolite to NOT say something flattering about a woman's appearance. I'm not trying to forgive them, just pointing out…

Boruc is having a rough November. Earlier this month he gave up a goal in the 13th second — against the opposing keeper.

It's hard to tell from the way it's presented (both here and in the source story), but the pastor didn't actually say he was offended. He made the observation and shared it via social media. The person saying she was offended is one of the members of his church.

Anyone c the typo in the headline yet?

For just a moment I misread your comment, and thought you were saying you went to the page to post yourself there to see if you would also titillate. I grinned. Even though that wasn't your intent, I'm happy to agree with you that we can both put guilt aside.

Really just sort of thinking "aloud." I didn't mean for it to be as self-righteous as it probably seemed.

I came here to delete my comment because I realized (belatedly) that it breaks one of my rules for screening my own comments: "remember that no one cares about who or what I find attractive." But I wasn't quick enough and missed the window to edit. So if anyone even notices this dreck down here among the grey sludge,…

I can't decide whether or not I should feel guilty for being titillated by those pictures. I'm embracing diversity! By...objectifying...uh...strangers. So I guess I'm unable to feel as good about myself as I feel about those women.

I guess I'm partly sympathetic. If someone had bolted all that crap onto the side of my car, I'd try to scrape it off too. I just wish he'd used jersey barriers instead of people.

She's writing, I guess. But her job isn't "writer." Her job is "spectacle." The sideshow workers in vaudeville-era traveling carnivals were to "actors" as she is to "writer."

It's sort of adorable how both she and her boyfriend were convinced they were "dating down." And were somehow both correct.

The Incognito-Martin thing sounds more and more like a lovers' quarrel gone wrong.

She's winning the race to the bottom.

Given that Wednesday = Odin's day, Thursday = Thor's day and Friday = Frey's day, we need to change Tuesday to Sifday. Because you know those guys all come after.

She's certainly in the pantheon.

Also features the finest St. Crispin's Day speech I've ever seen. I've held my manhood cheap ever since hearing it.

I wonder if we all (people) tend to look more at all other people's bodies than we do at their faces. I only suspect that because so many people I meet seem to find eye contact so challenging.

Do you think that's the key factor in situations like this? And that eliminating football will make them stop?

And Finn Carter is a delight in that movie. The first time I watched The Walking Dead, I was convinced that Laurie Holden was Finn Carter, or at least related to her, and I was so glad she was getting work.

It's more fun and less work than making a point of liking all the things we're supposed to like.