I too used to think this, until I was sent one that proved me wrong. (Though it does help that the rest of the guy is pretty great, too.)

There's a fundamental part of the equation that everyone forgets when they ask this question: marketing. Master of the Universe is a craptacular title, but Fifty Shades of Grey is brilliant. As pointed out, the cover art is elegant and accessible, invoking a certain alluring aesthetic without telegraphing "escapist…

Agreed that it's totally a comic book character name. Which is great for comic book characters.

Not a prude at all! Everyone gets their kicks their own way.

I know someone who named her poor kid Tesla. At least they call her Tess, but still...

So, to be more specific — I've never imagined having sex with anyone other than the person/people I'm having sex with. If there's an exhibitionist fantasy going on, there might be faceless generic people in the background, for atmosphere, but they're not in on the action. And I wouldn't even be having that fantasy if…

Yes! Scenarios, certainly, but other people, God no. (I mean, unless the scenario involves some kind of exhibitionism, but then only audience people, not substitution people...)

I'm right there with you. I've never understood this. But then again, I don't fantasize about people in general. Either I'm with someone (either in person or with the aid of technology), in which case I'm totally focused on them and myself in that moment, or else I'm not thinking about anyone. And I don't think this…

To be completely honest (Hee!) your name always confuses me a little bit. When did her boobs pass on? Or do you mean her original, natural boobs? Or is this some long-standing Jez joke and I'm just being really clueless? Am I the most clueless you've ever seen? Has anyone understood you less than I do? Be honest! ;)

Seriously! I mean, I remember the outliers, but it's not necessarily a good thing to be memorable in this case! I remember the tiniest one because it was confusing to me, the one that was so disturbingly large that I was uncomfortable for days after, and the one that was kind of a weird shape they never looked quite…

If they're not big I just say, "God you feel so good!" because I really can't bring myself to lie about dick size. And if even that statement isn't true, then I just ask for more or harder or whatever, some other way to show enthusiasm without lying.

Yup, only an idiot or a masochist would ask a question like that, ever, not just on a third date. I find superlatives in general distasteful and dumb anyway, though. Best sex ever? Why quantify and rank? Like, do you know, categorically, which was the best banana you ever ate? And does it matter at all, did it reduce…

I've recently discovered that a little eyebrow pencil, loads of mascara, red lipstick, and no other makeup at all turns me into a goddess of power and seduction. In like two minutes flat. Thirty years of wearing makeup and it's suddenly so simple! I credit the current big-lashes trend.

"Dear Congress, it's Leslie again." hee!

Russians in the summer house?! Best euphemism ever! I'm totally stealing that, thanks!

Christ, why do people always invoke "innocent until proven guilty" wrong? That means in the eyes of the state, and only refers to whether one can be convicted and punished by the state. It doesn't mean the crime didn't actually happen unless a court proves guilt. There's the real world, and then there is the court's…

Me too. It proves that I am wearing a bra. LIKE A LADY.

I NEEDS that bra!

I don't know how to flirt, but I did manage to spend much of my 20s-30s getting men I had no interest in to fall all over me. I was great at it.

God, I won't even get LASIK.