Because Flygirl is clearly far superior, and much more relevant, I guess?

That is a 100% legit reason not to continue things. I should have known the Artist Formerly Known As Mr Crumpett was a bad choice when he pooh-poohed my love of All About Eve.

Absolutely! He adores being adored.

Babycat is one of his nicknames — he prefers it to his “real” name, George. But he is also known as Joe, JoJo, Hey-there-Georgie-Cat, Foo, and Inspector Bossyboots, to name but a few. Many aliases for many moods.

I only wish I had a surface large enough and out of the way of cats on which to assemble such a puzzle. (I have given over an entire kitchen table as a feeding surface for His Serene Highness, Babycat Crumpett.) Urban living and all that.

I got a little tipsy in Amsterdam on beers with Al Gore. He is surprisingly a good person to have a beer with.

Not only that but we have a nice, chill commentariat here. The whole “no drama” ethos appeals to my old ass, and the tips I’ve gotten here have turned me on to some sweet products. Fuck all this.

This is some class A bullshit. Millihelen has been my favourite part of Jez since its launch. Fuck this.

Yes, and imagine it done on a far wider scale, with none of the opprobrium these events face here, and where opposition to such acts would result in your own death. It’s not tough for me to imagine, but the hate of our ignorant turds is far less organized and powerful.

My Syrian friend calls them the Middle East’s rednecks — bigoted, closed-minded, racist and proudly ignorant, willing to follow any asshole who taps into their feelings of being disenfranchised guys who are owed something by the world. Imagine, he says, if our rednecks were mobilized and armed by zealots, and our…

The alum whose estate had donated it had travelled around the world collecting these odds and ends and facts from about 1890-1930 or so. And the reason (so the story went) that the cabinet was not in the permanent display collection is because no one had figured out the classification system, and the alum had not left…

Angelica Kauffman always slays it. This is gorgeous.

I enjoyed hanging out in the stacks at SML, smelling the ghosts of Yalies past. I was a double Classics/English major, and many of the Latin texts I’d borrow from Sterling were vellum-bound 17th and 18th century volumes. Just sitting there in the stacks, hanging out for some sloppy undergrad like me to remove them…

At least my hair and teeth would be!

I worked at Yale’s Manuscripts and Archives for a year and change in the mid-90s. We were forever finding fabulous texts and objects, like Camille Paglia’s typewritten PhD thesis, or part of the prow of some alumnus’s whaling ship. My personal favorite was the wooden card cabinet filled with a sort of bibliography of…

I feel I lucked out when I fell in love with a guy from Memphis. Now I get to go and hang out with a bunch of wonderful eccentrics in a fantastically weirdo town every so often.

I feel like an asshole — I started a reply to your last thrifting post that had some thrift tips for Memphis (courtesy of my Memphian beloved), but my boss walked into my office and I shut the page before posting. There are better options!

Simple explanation here. She slipped on the blood of Vince Foster.

I expect that this comes (no pun intended) with age and attendant experience. The longer you are in your body, and the longer you know what turns both your brain and body on, the more confident you can be in saying “yes, more please” or “yeah, no thanks.” My partner knows exactly how to get me off, if that’s what I…

Thank you. I am not a fan of oral on me, because it just doesn’t turn me on. It feels kind of comforting and soothing, but not sexy. I have permitted men to perform it on me because they wanted to, but for me it’s kind of meh. I get bored and start making shopping lists in my head, or thinking about what to make for…