A very strange aspect of my childhood was that our Junior High School library had only one copy of “Are You There God?” and it was reserved for females only. A male friend and I (I’m a guy) founded a library club and demanded that the library buy some more copies. This friend is straight and is a married junior…

I wonder if that’s true though. I am American and am somewhat involuntarily semi-retired but what work I have could be done really anywhere, and I am of Canadian descent, so I’ve been looking to leave and moving out of New York to Montréal. That would be very strange for me because I can only read and write French, I…

I can’t make the hearts emojis but I want to make them for you.

I think what’s going on in Greece is horrible. Let them revert to the drachma. It was idiotic for them to join the Euro currency to begin with (the threat of being invaded from the north or east is another thing.) Bring back “Greece on $10 A Day”!

From my limited experience Californians are fleeing in droves to Santa Fe, not to do anything productive per se, just to kind of hang out and maybe open some kind of art gallery that sells rugs and the turquoise that The Countess de Lessups wears.

What kind of American are you? Five cent slot machines at a failing casino, syringe-strewn beach, what more could any one of us want? And an impoverished underclass to either cater to us or murder us. We are living in the Golden Age, my friend!

Aside from my two deceased Maritime Canadian grandparents and their many relatives I have a few distant francophone relatives from Québec. Too distant to help me out, I think, but I know what you mean about the AX-sense. I think it’s adorable but I would imagine that anglophone Canadians must get tired of it.

Have you ever seen this? It’s de Gaulle’s “Vive le Québec Libre!” I’ve been to that balcony, but I think it’s been closed to visitors now. I am an Anglophone American who can understand spoken French and read it and have Canadian relatives but I can’t speak it.

I’ve been to Montréal 100 times it seems and I love it (so there’s my motivation to buy a place there) and I’ve spoken fractured French and the response has always been something like, “Hooray! You’re speaking French!” But they all speak that fluent French Canadian-accented English. Are you a francophone Canadian? A…

Are you Canadian or British by any chance? Because a President Trump would have an awful lot to say about how you spend your tax dollars. The Greeks have Angela Merkel to deal with; you guys have NATO and the military bases and “The Special Alliance.”

Good lefties like me always threaten to move to Canada whenever some loon like Donald Trump looms on the horizon like the shark in “Jaws.” I never have because I love America in all its weirdness (you non-New Yorkers should have experienced New York post-9/11 to experience what Thomas Pynchon said in Bleeding Edge:…

This is bringing back memories. Back in the early 70s I didn’t understand why some of my friends were going off to summer camp and I was condemned to endure the summer with my younger sister.

I am Camilla-like. I just have to make eye contact with a dog and s/he is my best friend. (I’ve also done this with horses, although very rarely.) I have been casually strolling down streets with a gang of friends and if a leashed hound approaches me s/he’ll make for me, and me alone, and I’ll be covered in canine…

Maybe not the sheep races, maybe the Gloucestershire Cheese Rolling.

I’m going to reply to you because I don’t know where else to leave this comment.

Is that really a true thing? Like men going around staring at women’s ankles like we’re at the seashore in 1922 on Downtown Abbey?

I agree. I’m a gay man and even I think Jessica Paré is gorgeous, gap tooth and all, and every time we’ve watched “Mad Men” I have to pause it and scream at my husband, “Do you see how beautiful that woman is? Is that Pucci? Rewind, reset, whatever you have to do so we can see “Zou Bisou Bisou” again!”

Start up a GoFundMe page for the floor-length floral dress! I would chip in!

That photo is really horrifying. Is his hair a separate sentient being?

Even saintly Robert, Lord Grantham, couldn’t keep his hands off one of the 700 maids, so how can we expect Hollywood celebs to find their way out of the forest of temptation?