You're about my vintage, so you may understand. I was going to get a dress that sounds similar to your Betsey Johnson, but my mother wouldn't ante up either (besides being cheap, she thought I would look "too old". What is it with mothers, anyway?)

Canada is Australia with, for better or worse, the U.S. stuck to its shoe.

Hey, at least you can vote on things like that, though I'm not to sure about the actual results. Here, we have a mysterious combination of government policy, expert opinion, and pork barrel appointments.

In Canada, religious schools receive much of their funding from tax dollars. I assume this is the case in the States, as well. In addition, they have their tax-free status.

Even less relevant anecdote: during Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit (which everyone should see immediately) the children in the audience were completely charming. Except during the end credits; in the dark, I could hear dozens of little children climbing on their seats to stand up and wave at the…

Aw!

Your one-stop shop for barefoot, pregnant, and in-the-kitchen wear.

Find, if you can, a copy of Connie Fletcher's What Cops Know. I don't have it in front of me, but she interviews a long-time sex crimes detective who says something to this effect —

Best wishes, Mother Goddam.

Or a law completely forbidding this ridiculousness. If you love exotic animals, fight for their right to live where they should be, in the wild. It's sad that lawsuits are necessary to impose common sense.

I would have like to see the case go all the way to your Supreme Court. It is bizarre and shameful that animals can be kept in this way, though frankly I care more about the animals than the humans involved.

It's impossible for the state to protect us all from the results of our own stupidity.

And they wonder why people are developing a jaundiced attitude towards allergies or, god forbid, "sensitivities".

Condoms are only effective when they are used.

The $99 is on top of the recommended raw food diet, whatever that might be.

"No, darling. I hate you."

Ca ne casse pas trois pattes à un canard.

Someone's going to make a joke about French surrender-felines, so I'm just here to ward them off.