I like the solicitous shirtless guy, I'm assuming he was the meat in the nice lady-sammich, and how he follows after the injured lady into the ambo, carefully tucking her in. Would that he had shown the same care with the parking brake, but still.

I did it outside the Cat Club with a bouncer nineteen years my junior when I was 43.

I think it's a vulnerability thing. Without underwear I feel that much closer to being assaulted. This might be because once on a hot summer night I was walking to the corner with a girlfriend to get beer (it was on Abingdon Square in 1981) and I had a floaty Indian skirt and no underwear on. A horrible bastard man…

Seriously, this is by streets the worst comment thread I've ever seen on Jezebel. I read some comments because I love corsets and corsetry and was curious about how the J-commenters would respond- but it's a race to the bottom and I'm disgusted.

I totally get that Penny loves her boobies- you can see her joy in feeling them bounce if you watch the video- but I do feel a little concern for the possible health (back strain?) or career impact of such extreme modification, just as I do when I see a young person wearing huge ear plugs. Her corseting seems…

Yeah, a corset is much more comfortable than a bra! I am one of those whip-the-bra-off the second I come in the door people (and you can tell you're a good friend if I don't put a bra on when you come over) but I own 35 corsets. If you have a corset-shaped figure- not much flesh around the waist, big heavy hip bones-…

Wow, that sounds sensational! Please post pics!

Ditto. It is a total deep mystery of the universe that such beauty should be embodied in a person who is clearly no brighter than a cling peach in heavy syrup and likely not particularly decent.

I would never say condoms are ideal- I HATE them. I think I actually hate more than many of the men I've slept with. I started having sex in '81, so I caught the end of the Sexual Revolution free-for-all; my first birth control was a diaphragm. I had six years of condomless sex before the AIDS epidemic became a real…

Fair enough- I do have condomless sex myself, since I'm in a tested/committed relationship. But whenever my fiance, who is sixteen years younger than me, says something about trust- like he was surprised when I gave him my ATM password- I say, look, we're having unprotected sex. I am trusting you with my life.…

It's amazing to me that there are people who think of condomless sex as less dangerous than a loaded firearm. There's a whole generation of people who started having sex after the new HIV drugs, who think of HIV as simply a treatable illness, not a death sentence. These same people lack the historical knowledge of…

You went to Angouleme?! I went there twenty years for the Comic Con, and got the expression that was the only time Americans went there. I loved it so much, it was beautiful even in January.

If I had a body like that and the Swarovski resources, I would dress like that everywhere I wouldn't expect to run into children. Or I would move back to NY and wear that dress to buy flowers just like Rumer. Or to the beach in Berlin.

Honestly, I see a part of the problem with media nonsense about "hookup culture" as being caused by the phrase itself. It's a meaningless phrase that unpacks into nothing; it should never have replaced "casual sex", which is what we called it in the '80s.

So true. I had a trampage in my early forties when my second marriage ended that was as mighty and heroic as the trampage I had when I was 14 and first started having sex- and repeated something exhilarating from my 14th year: having sex, in three separate encounters, with three different nice, smart, hot, special…

Muff-cozy!!!

That is fucking HARDCORE. I absolutely always have to chase the cat out.

It was part of a performance art experiment called the Six Feet Under Club, which is part of Arse Elektronica by Johannes Grenzfurthner and the Monochrom crew. And I was wrong, it was 2010, which means I've been with my guy quite a while now!

Ha! I so wish, cause I really liked jumping out of the plane. But no, that day was hard enough logistics-wise for a lady in her forties. I had a long nap in the middle of the day, ate low-carb snacks and drank lots of coffee.

A tiny sampling from a life blessed with little money but lots of love: