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The whole thing's more complicated than is easy to talk about without stepping on some landmine. My guess is, most of our traits are an uneasy mix of nature & nurture, and in matters of sexual preference, different individuals can exhibit different proportions of nature:nurture. Some are all but locked in one way or

You never did "the," Kenosha Kid!

I think the movie's successful on balance, and it might be as near as a movie adaptation could come to capturing Moore's story, if not for a couple of fatal casting choices:
• Malin Akerman isn't a horrible actress … but she is an inescapably hot, glamorous woman playing a character whose defining traits include that

You never did the Kenosha, kid!

Here, have a linguistics-nerd fistbump! This datum, by the way, also explains why the French title of Cervantes's novel is Don Quichotte.

If not "earnest and sweet," it certainly managed to be emetically servile from stop to finish.

I hate to be so absolute … but take the titillation out of Witchblade, and you're not left with a lot that's particularly smart, original, or entertaining.

I've cellared a case of their "Strength through Bräu" Weißbier and some "Springtime for Radler."

[monocle falls into consommé]

He's not MUCH younger than McDowell, but Michael Ironside gets my vote.

You're not qualified to remake Beaches if your name isn't Ryan Murphy.

Bring me my belt.

Much Ado about Nothing is still the sole Kate Beckinsale movie I've ever seen … which is probably why I only ever think of her as "the one who's no Emma Thompson."

Here's hoping.

Indian restaurants are a bit of a minefield—delicious minefields though they be—when you're violently allergic to cashews and (to a lesser extent) almonds. Relatively few Indian menus can be bothered to consistently mention their presence, so you either have to gamble on the proprietor's understanding & interest in

My friend and I had that conversation some decades back (I think the subject might've been Charlie Sheen):

Well, it's no Liberté, égalité, fraternité … but I guess every era gets the sloganeers it deserves.

And yet here you are, dismissing any of the (countless) stances more principled than your own as Sklavenmoral.

I don't like Trump one iota … but if you represent the principled, realistic alternative, I'll take him and Shkreli both. And though I doubt the will, the courage, and the competence of those with your views to mount such a non-"clean and shiny" fight, mount one and I'll gladly pitch in on the other side.

"If I were a younger man, she'd … goddamnit, she'd still be light-years out of my league." [screams impotently at the heavens]