Well sure it's pie-in-the-sky and ridiculously stupid and will probably never happen.

I didn't say stripping, I said exploitation and objectification. Playboy has a rather well-documented history of those.

I would imagine that it's rather disappointing and discouraging that the final frontier must have more of the same objectification and exploitation of women. Earth isn't big enough to contain misogyny: now it extends into the great unknown.

No, see, you're totally missing the point: true gentlemen don't throw the bills, they tuck them into the thong.

Something tells me that breasts aren't going to look spectacular in space, especially large ones.

Guysourcing seems a bit redundant when there's fellas who are already on Jez and hang out in GT/OT.

I recall some research suggesting that people tend to pay greater attention to a deeper voice in general.

How...how does anyone not look at this and see the problems with it?

What bugged me the most about Wolverine is that the coolest parts of the movie was the intro. A movie about Wolverine fighting in the American Civil War? WWI? WWII? That would have been fucking awesome. Instead we got...well...what we got.

The best in their fields don't always have the brightest ideas.

Oh god this.

Sigh. My partner has been off dealing with family medical problems since Thursday, and I'm super lonely. This was supposed to be a quiet weekend together: the first in months, and to make up for my birthday.

Buy yourself nice things that occupy time. Make tacos and eat ice cream.

I'm at home by myself, but for those at work/in public does there really need to be a GIGANTIC BLUE VEINY VIBRATOR as a picture?

"There's something in your head called common sense... knowing better"

I know I'm infertile, because despite what my grandfather told me, eating all those watermelon seeds didn't plant a watermelon in my stomach and make me explode.

If you're unable to get a cat because of apartment restrictions, get a snake. Doesn't have a to be huge, you can claim it stays in an aquarium, and they're cheap mice-eating machines. Once your mice problem is done, you can either keep it or just set it loose outside (unlike a cat).

Here's to us lazy folk, sitting around in pyjamas and hoping nobody knocks at the door.

Yeah...no thanks. Pretty sure any confidence gained by 4cm of increased girth will be negated by the fact that you're a literal needle-dick.

Easiest thing to do is to read Christopher Hitchens' book The Missionary Position, he goes pretty in-depth and it's all sourced.