I think all the trans-Atlantic carriers give you those now. Then after we all wipe behind our ears and under our noses, they just collect 'em and re-heat next to the chicken pasta warmers, ready for the next flight.

Yeah, you want good drinks and food, Icelandair.

Domestic is just people who got status upgrades. Not many people will pay for a slightly bigger seat, a bottle of water when you take off, and a banana from a basket, when it's not that long a flight.

I know of only one person who impressed me with wealth in that way.
Guy in Asheville, NC had a Lamborghini.
He painted it orange, with a Confederate flag on the roof, GENERAL LEE above the doors, and a big 01 on each door. To paraphrase Douglas Adams, it was a statement that not only was he rich enough to afford the…

You make good points. In this woman's case, she was held prisoner by her pimp/trafficker/captor… but on the other hand, she could and eventually did literally walk away…was the prison mostly a physical one, or mostly emotional abuse…she was sexually abused a child…but was that abuse correlation or causation? The old…

Massive Attack's Mezzanine is pretty much sexy times music start to finish.

Met a (former) sex worker yesterday. Never had met one before, to my knowledge. So I have some questions for all of you, that might better be a letter to Mr. Savage.

Fair points: I haven't seen it in ages, and at the time I was REALLY tired of kids going all Robert Smith At Hot Topic, which probably predisposed me to disliking it.

As neither a fan nor a hater of either the movie or series, I thought the movie was fun and even a little subversive for its time, and deserves more affection than Dowd gives. A lot has to do with historical context, I suppose. Ya had to have been there in 1992.

Where IS our favorite carbohydrate-fueled furry blue commenter?

Hakarl is vile. Smells like cat box and tastes like ammonia. However, I also had the whale blubber equivalent, and I don't know what it's called. It was worse: like greased raw fat. Which, I suppose it was.

Obsessed with British TV: besides her fixation on 1940s music and films, my daughter (10) has mad crushes on Noel Fielding and Richard Ayoade. Cleary this child has no need for reality as I know it.

9 and 10 are good ages for movies and music. My daughter's the same age, and her tastes are interesting, and really her own. The satellite radio in the car has to be tuned to Symphony Hall, 40s Junction, or Real Jazz. And she absolutely cannot get enough of the Marx Brothers or old Tarzan movies. While it sounds as if…

I'm afraid I'm right there with you. The fuzz-guitars-and-Jesus-songs period was fun and crazy but seemed genuinely childlike, in the good way. Hopped up on sugary cereals and sci-fi and curiosity. When I last saw them live, it was 30 minutes of Wayne waving his arms and grinning, as The Big Bubble, The Confetti…

At least you read it for a better reason than I. I was staying at a friends' place, a friend whom I thought of not only as smart, but also sexy as hell. She was getting groceries and I saw she had "50 Shades" on an end table. Of course I had to read a few pages, largely because the thought of my sexy friend being into…

I only saw Radiohead once, but during Paranoid Android it began to rain (outdoor venue) right on cue, and it gave me goosebumps. Wish I could hear that again.

Weird: I remember the first time I heard Prayer to God. I was just stuck by how fucking clear and direct it was. Went on quite the Shellac and Big Black spree after that.

I'm truly ready for light and cheerful takes on classic stories. Reality is getting darker than any work of fiction, so let's have a cheery, all-singing, all-dancing remake of Full Metal Jacket with Aparna Nancherla as the wryly sarcastic drill sergeant with a heart of gold who helps Jonah Hill find his true path in…

I'd watch THAT in a heartbeat.

"Fuck that shit!