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We should each take a lesson from this.

Yes. Yes I am.

Yeah. Holiday. Me? Grateful for a world with creeping Brinacles... Nature at her sinister, lethal worst. Just when you think you're gonna ride out the storm in warmth and comfort....

Women got their own thangs to be thankful for.

Crid, it suddenly makes sense to me why so many males in the animal kingdom suffer gruesome deaths at the hands of their partner post-coitus.

That's a wonderful tweet, isn't it? I want to fax it back in time to the stuffy assholes at 1960's cocktails parties who were encountering feminist attitudes for the first time. As if they didn't get in enough trouble, a factoid like that could have gotten some of them killed.

PS- They made this one up. Physiology doesn't work that way. No scientist (heck, no biology undergrad) worth his salt would ever pretend to know all of what an organ is "for", not even a hand or eyeball, but would only comment on observed phenomena. We're not talking about car parts here.

So maybe that other one isn't true. But I'll leave it to someone with greater affinity for the other species of our world to investigate.

Truly loved your article ( Pacific Sun ) this week. My fav part:
" accept the risk of seeking real love with the sort of man who can live without you but would really rather not "......

See, it's hard to reconcile a sensible principle like that, "the risk of seeking real love", with things like Amy's Friday post, "Seeking Holiday Love Temp".

People can do whatever they want. And I do not judge, because my heart is pure. I have Inner Peace and all that, and the best kind of American disinterest in telling other people how their emotional and sexual lives oughta work. I got my stuff, they got theirs. M'kay? Not a Romance Ninja over here.

But I just gotta think that if we could, like, put some kind of supermagical high-speed camera on the face of the guy who posted that ad, and on the face of the woman who most eagerly answered it, and we tracked their eye contact during their first meeting at Starbucks, we'd get Ekmanian evidence that at least one of them wasn't as fulfilled as they were pretending to be.

A heart beating so loudly with Christmas feeling can't be mechanically commanded.

Crid, that thing from the first tweet just means you're not trying hard enough.

I'm the hardest tryer you'll ever meet, and you have too many A's in your name. Besides— Huh?