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I just read the book last year, and I think the movie streamlines and vastly improves upon the source material.

I have, and you are.

It looks like he went to Wayne Newton's plastic surgeon.

I don't know whether he said that, but I agree with that idea 100%. Risking death isn't my thing, either.

BDSM is a huge umbrella that includes many different acts from the mild to the extreme. Maybe it's too large of an umbrella category to be truly useful.

If I were the fiancée of the guy who went too far during BDSM play, I would ditch him in a heartbeat. He battered (yes, battered) her by choking her when all she wanted was to be tied up and blindfolded. If you are engaging in BDSM play, you ABSOLUTELY MUST discuss your limits in detail beforehand. Choking is a form

Yup. Just days after the coup attempt this summer, Wikileaks posted material (falsely labeled "Erdogan Emails") that included spreadsheets with the personal information (e.g., addresses and telephone numbers) of female voters from 79 of the 81 provinces in Turkey. Female members of the AKP party also had their

Like revealing the personal information of registered female voters in Turkey. FUCK THEM.

Yup. Indulging in "just world fallacy" so you don't have to face the ugly truth that it could happen to you, too.

My own (admittedly unscientific) research on the subject suggests that there are no reliably accurate indicators of penis size—not height, not foot size, not hand size. However, Trump's demeanor and general way of being does suggest a deficit.

It's a legume!

BAH! You kids today with your "sexting" and your "dank memes" and your "piss fenders"!

Emma Stone? The chair is Asian, then?

I, an actual vagina-haver, have never heard that term before.

True. But having germaphobia heightens the impulse to curl up into a little ball in the corner and weep at the horror of it all.

As a germaphobe who had to close her eyes and take deep breaths to get through the shit-eating scene in Pasolini's Salo without vomiting, I find this idea absolutely appalling.

McCloud?

Damn! The corkscrew should have at least been attached to the oncoming train!

Beginning?

In my case, I never actually considered selling. I realized what was up almost immediately. I was just fascinated by the sleaziness of it all and was there for the Margaret Mead experience (brief as it was).