Ooh, me too. A few months ago ended up inadvertently pairing J.G. Ballard's The Drowned World (global warming crisis leads to the retreat of civilization and Heart of Darkness-esque savagery, with literal giant iguanas inheriting our cities) with Jeanette Winterson's The Stone Gods (fuck those dinosaurs,…

There is also a sequel, Year of the Flood - trust me, after the first one you will be hungry for it. Especially if you want a more lady-centric and/or oblique point of view to the genetically-engineered apocalypse =D

He's gorgeous. They both are. I'd watch that on a loop.

Andrew Garfield has good taste. Michael B. Jordan is one fine-looking young man.

You should read Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood - it is amazing for many reasons, and this is only incidental to the complex plot, but at one point some genetically designed 'ultimate humans' are created, and their genitalia does in fact turn blue (as, rather than deal with the heartbreak of never knowing when/how…

omg thank you for validating my, like, 18 years of grief about having a crush on a cartoon animal

"What in the ... fuck.

I just woke up with these, man. I just ... I just woke up and they were there. I don't even know."

I am so excited for this movie! Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz are some of my favorite movies. Plus....Martin Freeman. <3 Yes, I will be seeing this in the theater. Absolutely.

I know I'm being misty-eyed, but I like to think your "dance hall" is nothing like a club. It's like a saloon in Deadwood, run women, for women. Men are endured, of course, but that's not the mission.

I will always and forever preach that the single most positive environment I've ever encountered is the women's bathroom at the dance hall in my town. Not only is there positive graffiti, but almost every Saturday I've ever been there, the following three things are occurring:

Am I the only one who read the title and thought it would be an article on bathroom graffiti giving women instructions on how to hook up with their psychiatrists? Because that would be a weird-ass article.

I'm guessing he's mesmerized by them too. Cannot. Look. Away.

I'm sure somewhere, probably Florida or Austin TX, there is a tattoo artist painting dudes' balls forever

Protip to fellow athletic/exercise-minded busty ladies: Athleta makes FANTASTIC sports bras. I have two and they're the best investment ever. They're around/a bit more than what you'd pay for a bra at Victoria's Secret. Awesome quality, and pass the jump-up-and-down test with flying colors. And they don't give you…

Am I the only person who panics when she can't get a sweaty sports bra off? It gets all rolled up across my back and shoulders. It's like I'm trapped in the thing and it's all I can do to stop racing for scissors to free myself.

I don't trust people who didn't have a crush on this fox.

I think they might have chosen that animal specifically for the pun. If ever a play on words was called for...

Thanks for the Disney Robin Hood reference.

Promotion idea for UK animal shelters: name all the adoptable dogs/cats "Penny," offer free adoptions the week of the heir's birth.

I had SUCH a crush on cartoon fox Robin Hood. Neither the fact that he was animated nor that he wasn't human could squash my childhood affections.