I was appalled when I moved to Atlanta, walked into the public library around the 4th of July, and saw the walls covered with posters, placards, and pledges to "Not shoot firearms into the sky" during holidays. I'd seen such tomfoolery overseas, but didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the PSA on home turf.

I just so happened to stumble across this article this morning. When Women Wanted Sex Much More Than Men And How the Stereotype Flipped is an interesting counterpoint to this idea that we of the more fair and frigid species should just lay back and take one for the team.

Casting is just one way this show shatters all the rules. The writing breaks my heart in the best possible way, it's so good. The actors who bring those words to life create this absolute and pure magic that results in each and every character being fully fleshed out. No one is an afterthought in this world. As…

Glad you added this. I've always been suspicious of those glowing reports that talked about ALLLL the wine (that few had ever heard of) disappearing out of the known universe like a Flemish painting at a Sotheby's auction.

AMEN! You and ToHelenBackAgain both bring up a salient point: some women get there more easily than others. And I'm not suggesting that there has to be this universal standard of how and when someone orgasms. But if your partner gets off and then thinks it's time to go make a sammich, that's bullshit. I feel like…

I didn't even notice to use of "Oriental," which is just an unfortunate term, but might have been used because yoni worship can be found throughout Asia. I've witnessed it in India, Vietnam, and Japan. The phrase in the jpg may have come from this article:

Solid question. My knee-jerk reaction was based anecdotal evidence from living in Asia and learning about historical goddesses.

Accept no imitations!!!

Okay, so we've clarified diva. What do we do with this?

That hair. Did she find that hat on etsy or are we now able to photoshop television?

Exactly. Men aren't sitting around saying, "You know, I was stressed about my morning meeting. But she hassled me about fucking for so long that it was just easier to let her use my body to masturbate. Both of us had breath like we'd been licking the dog's asshole in our sleep and there wasn't really any lubrication…

Pretty early into my humping career, I employed the phrase, "Oh, you're not done!" It worked wonders. I just don't get why the encounter should end with one person completely satisfied and the other saying, "Mmm, that was nice," like she's commenting on the sugar-free jam that was on sale at the Costco.

Judging from the comments, I might be in the minority here, but I feel cheated if there's no orgasm.

And a Venti whiskey to whomever has to read all of these.