I'm going to tell you a crazy, yet germane, story from this past week and let you be the judge. I'm 43, just over 5"4 and am about a size 8 if that helps you get a picture in your head. We're in a downtown Ft. Worth hotel this weekend, and at around one-thirty in the morning my daughter (20yo) and I were people…

This seems to be a new thing. I've run into a half a dozen guys on as mamy websites in as many days, arguing that they can't possibly intervene because THEY will get horribly hurt.

Listen, and understand. The right-wing religious out there. They can't be bargained with. They can't be reasoned with. They doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And they absolutely will not stop, ever, until no one ever thinks about sex again.

I still stand by that these extremists do not understand the concepts of 'consent' at all, which is where they keep getting slippery slopes like this, and why so many are against rape laws.

I call it my "Twenty Percent Rule." It's what keeps my head from exploding when I read comments on the internet. I made the rule when I learned that roughly 20% of Americans think the Sun revolves around the Earth.

"I'm 17. Looking at linoleum makes me want to have sex."

Of course. We're not savages.