Dear Jezzies,

A close friend of mine is confronting a difference in levels of sexual desire and exploration in her relationship (she being the one who wants to be more active), and I thought it might be helpful to pass on some intelligent internet writing/essays about sex-positivity written by women for a more…

I blame your headline. ;)

As will Ben Carson and Donald Trump, respectively; though in the latter’s case, it will be explosive diarrhoea, and exiting the wrong orifice as always.

I want not-Neolithic Zoids and I would like it now please Sony.

Surely you mean the gameplay looks a little rocky...

That reminds me, I still have those lamb chorizo sausages in the fridge. I will not be eating fifty-one of them, but several.

OH, another quintessentially Australian thing:

Not much to add to the conversation here other than I once played the Platypus in a primary school performance of Wombat Stew, which is a pretty Australian thing to do, other than spend the day at the beach on Australia Day.

For reference:

I think this post may have cured me of my longterm battle with deep-set cynophobia. It’s been a miraculous day all round, and Good Friday was last week.

Julianne, if Jezpin can’t be a regular thing, would Jezebel consider running a WWE and sports sub-blog when Hulk Hogan takes over?

“In Albuquerque, a sort of double jail, if you will”

If five year olds are running away from an awesome Star Wars-themed party when Darth Fuckin’ Vader walks in, you really don’t want them at your party anyway.

Much like in the UK elections, once again Ed didn’t make the list.

May I direct you to this guide which a friend of mine, and massive Lupin III fan, made for this exact question?

Yeah, but does he have a Funskool-printed Charizard? Now those are elusive Pokémon Cards...

I’m glad he’s fulfilling the dream though!

You can thank Nomadic Dad for bizarrely choosing to buy a Top 40 One Hit Wonders album on a whim, proclaiming, “Dec and Little Nomad, you need to hear these”. And heard them we did. I believe it was the same weekend he stocked up on Slade CDs. That is:

Nicely done Ozimov. Yours was pretty damn amusing.

Right, so, um, those songs are legitimately hilarious. Well, I guess I know what I’ll be doing this weekend...

(No, not Ray Bradbury...exhumation is a lengthy process.)