My brother and his family live across the street from St Benedict. My sister-in-law has had the delight of seeing him in dishabille on several occasions when he popped his head out to get the paper off the front step.

Sooooo I was a Yalie about a decade before the Clery Act violations, and yes, also a victim of sexual violence on campus. I saw the crap that other women were put through dealing with the fallout of their attacks, and I also believed that what happened to me wasn't "rape" rape because my attacker was my handsome,…

Goodness! I want them too!

I won't sleep with my makeup on, but I have been known to slather BB cream on before my beloved awakes if I'm really blotchy. But this is my own hangup, because he's forever telling me how he doesn't care what my skin looks like, as long as it feels good to me. I am very much a full face of makeup lady in all waking…

A related sin is the use of "viola" when it's clearly not a typographical fumbling of "voilà." Interjections should not be confused with members of the string family.

I like "super whore" a lot as an epithet. I was just looking at capes (capes!!!) on Fab.com and now I think I really want one for my Super Whore costume.

To be more correct, heightened sensitivity over the use, or perceived misuse or overuse, of profanity is strictly the domain of the bourgeoisie. In a discussion of whether pervasive saltiness is acceptable in discourse, coming down on the side of preciousness about swearing is distinctly non-"U".

I favour "You motherfuckingcocksuckingsonofabitch!" Rolls right off the tongue. I yelled it from the top of Snowdon when I discovered my then-husband lied to me about the pub at the summit being open. I climb 3,500 feet and there's no fucking beer at the end? Arsemuncher.

Have her go to law school! While swearing in the courtroom is probably not a good idea, in the confines of your office all bets are off. Today's tally is "dick" (3 times, about 3 different attorneys), "fucking asshole" (2 times), "cock" (once), "cockmuncher" (once), "shit" (at least 5 times just by me) and "fuck that…

Oh holy fuck! Robotech dolls too!

My friend is preparing to write her PhD thesis about the music of Jem, the Holograms and the Misfits. I love her for it, not least because it makes my Master's thesis about the Teletubbies seem like it has slightly more gravitas. Maybe.

Today's craftiness: assembled a fine heirloom-quality salad from the Ralphs salad bar, only slightly wilted. I am a Mason jar incarnate.

London does need decent Mexican food. I do not know if La GOOP can provide it, but it's a fact. Do you know how hard it is to find real corn tortillas (NOT the hard "taco shells") over there? It has improved marginally in the five years since I moved to LA, according to my brother who recently scored some at Borough…

Yes! Up until a week before I was born. I wish they'd gone through with it, but I'm sure I would have hated them between the ages of 9 and 15.

I used to think I dodged a bullet when my parents at the last moment decided not to call me "Iconoclastia Cienfuegos" because my mom thought my nickname would be "Icky." I use it now as my internal superhero name, because it's that fucking awesome. I BREAK YOUR DOGMA WITH THE HEAT OF ONE HUNDRED FIRES!!!! Instead I…

I might pay $17 cash money to see them lay eggs.

Back in ooooooooo 1994 (?), while working as a paralegal, I had to interview a witness to a police beatdown at a club in my hometown. At the end of the interview, the witness asked me if I wanted to go out with him some time, because he TOTALLY knew Boyz II Men and could get me into one of their shows. I politely…

The review is sensational! Unfortunately, it is out of stock (boo).

I particularly like the blue ballpoint annotation of "FAR OUT!"

Thank you!