I don't think Sally's a lesbian (or maybe she is, or maybe she'll just do some hippie experimentation). But she is a young girl who's discovering sex and she's pretty curious about everything. Including what her dad and Megan are up to, and why Megan's naked.

I got to watch American Psycho for the first time this Valentine's Day with a guy I'd kinda-sorta been seeing.

It IS very close to "Jine-o-cologist"…

According to the commentary, that whole "hammock district" part was Albert Brooks' idea. He just came up with it on his own.

I bitch about this all the time, but the first ep was 1915 (?) and this is 1918…what the hell happened in the intervening years? The way they blow through the war is seriously disconcerting and unsatisfying.

This quote from the review: "unconvincing and strangely rushed, over before it even began."

So people with holes in their brains from eating tainted meat would be said to have Pre Menstrual Syndrome. That makes no sense at all!

Agreed. The second season has just been one weird plot twist after another, and none of them going anywhere. Plus i thought they'd really dig into how the war affected everyone—in a real way—but they gloss right over it. One minute its 1914 and the next its 1919.

"I'm called little buttercup, sweet little buttercup, though I may never know why…"

There's nothing dirtier than a giant ball of oil.

Liked for your name/photo alone.

Probably misses her old braces.

I'm 33 with a ticking biological clock and I would reject any potential partner over this, no question.

Was that a reference to anything, or just something completely and hilariously random? If random, I intend to start working it into my conversations.

It's a palindrome!

Really? I seem to recall in the MYOF article, everyone talking about how their dads love that movie. My dad does.

Elizabeth is in some kind of accident, loses her memory, turns into a nympho, and almost sleeps with Bruce Patman when he gives her wine…and TOUCHES HER BOOB.

Yes, teacher, boyfriend, a couple of items…poor Enid has to find Winston Egbert!

I had a When the Wind Blows and Threads weekend once. Grim stuff. Although it did make me feel less upset about my own petty problems.

Oh, man, yes. My cousins and I and my brother played this game frequently on summer mornings.  I think they still have a copy.