I see what you're saying — my mind definitely wanders into sex territory quite often when I'm not doing anything important. It's mostly the seven seconds part that seems ridiculous.

Me too. I just can't fathom the possibility that anyone believed/believes that.

Best Valentine ever.

My single girlfriends and I used to celebrate Valentine's Day by buying an obscene amount of pastries and other dessert items and doing our best to eat it all.

I would like to inform everyone that if you go to the Amazon page and click "look inside," you can read a good bit of it. This is not just an issue of a terrible title — it's a terrible book. Profoundly terrible. In multiple ways.

John Mischief made me love the word lady.

I'm just imagining if they had an audition that involves a tape measure and I can't stop laughing because I am a paragon of maturity.

You are so not alone. Iggy Pop is gorgeous at every age. Most of my friends think I'm a freak for still finding Iggy Pop attractive in his 60s. To me, there's a sort of almost undefinable rough beauty to him.

I know, I'm way more creeped out by this dog than I feel that I should be.

I've found that the definition of "hipster" keeps getting broader and broader to the point where almost everyone has some sort of trait that could get them called a hipster.

I know, it's awful. I don't even know why I read it. Some weird sort of masochism. Bad-sex-column-reading masochism.

I've been to an event with "midget wrestling." It really wasn't very interesting.

Okay, I did and it was amazing.

Why did I not think of that?? I have to go re-read it now.

I have to tell my friend about this. She will feel very lucky about the time she had to sleep in the same bed with my ridiculously drunk, half-naked self.

It will be frothing rage. It's always frothing rage.

UGGGH that one is the worst.

Yes.

Oh god, St. John is the worst. He's so creepy.

The Toby Stephens/Ruth Wilson version is my favorite!