I think in some cases, a palliative can be a cure. I suspect that for some guys with premature ejaculation, having intercourse in a way that feels successful to them could take enough of the pressure off that eventually they'll be able to have the kind of sex they want without the spray. I've had sex with guys who…

A couple of times I had an urge to lick my son's head, like he was a pup and I was a dog. I wonder what was at play there? Or maybe I'm just a weirdo.

I didn't realize this either until I was talking to a mom of a kid with celiac. There are hardly any commercial fries her kid can eat because most of them have flour in them. Ridiculous!

I was going to say that maybe it's a full moon, but then I remembered that was last week. Fourth sign of the apocalypse, maybe?

Jaxon is bad on two fronts: It has a stupid spelling, and there are at least four Jacksons in my son's fifth-grade class. I say 'at least' because there is also a Jack, but I'm not sure if that is short for Jackson.

I read your posting in the voice of Eliza Doolittle, and was amused.

When in the past century did anyone ever get a love sonnet that wasn't clumsy and awkward?

I've been having sex for over 25 years, and I am pretty much always the one to guide it in, since I'm the one most familiar with my vagina. Ask your girlfriend for a helping hand, since she is the one who is going to be the most uncomfortable if you poke her in the perineum or come in at the wrong angle.

My favorite is when the kid asks for gum. Kids are so honest before they understand consequences.

The food is terrible and the portions are so small!

How about go to Macaroni Grill and skip Look Who's Talking and see Batman instead. Since we're time travelling and all.

I don't know about anyone else, but my interest in Olive Garden flagged when the food became a clearly "boil-in-bag" situation and most of the dishes were loaded with cheese and/or cream sauce. I seem to dimly recall a time when this was not the case.

In my mind, Gina Torres is known as The Most Beautiful Woman in the World. The fact that she was in Firefly was just a bonus for Firefly. Which I also loved.

I think "sex shaming" could work, though really what those people are shaming us (me) for is for being open about sex rather than for having sex at all. They don't have a problem with sex (theoretically) as long as it is within the culturally proscribed boundaries of marriage and female reluctance. Maybe "sport-fuck…

I get where you're coming from, but I think the point is to take the power out of the word by using it. I don't care if you call me a slutty slut slut because that's not a bad thing. One of the writers on this site used to go by the handle Slut Machine.

I once had to get my annual pelvic covered in giant love bites. My doctor was like, "What happened?!" I said it was consensual, and she shrugged and moved on. I have a much greater appreciation for her now.

That's not entirely true in my experience. I have a good friend (going to his wedding on Saturday!) who used to brag about his penis, mainly when he was drunk. One night we had sex and it was indeed legendary. I thought he was going to poke my eye out from across the room (where he was getting his custom-sized condoms…

I can't take a single fucking undergrad class at a respectable university in Denver for a grand. If you don't get your MBA while you're in Austria, someone who loves you should give you a serious side-eye.

Child prodigies who go into fields like teaching are often shamed by family and the general public for not "living up to their potential." There is a perception that geniuses somehow owe it to the world to produce increasing levels of amazing feats, rather than accepting that being a prodigy does not necessarily equal…

Weird. I guess all of those step-fathers out there are figments of my imagination. Not to mention all of the guys that I have dated since getting divorced, despite the fact that I have a child and will never have another child (which I state up front before a first date). Wait... maybe I am imaginary! No, no I'm not.