A hop, skip, and a jump, took me from General J.C. Christian to Nancy’s Edicts to your site, where I landed and lingered with pleasure. And then Horrors! Twisty is ill! And while you are elsewhere occupied, I notice with dismay an excess of out-of-control ratiocination in the comments section, for which, of course, I am happy to take your lead and blame you-know-what. Semantic arguments regarding beauty and matter give me a not-fresh feeling down there, and lower the tone quite a bit, don’t you think? I hope you feel better soon and up to the task of daily douching around a nice maiden aunt vinegar concoction to keep the growth smacked down. I don’t have much first hand knowledge, but I’m told the culprit is the smegma that lurks under the foreskin. Or perhaps the chemo nurse could pay a visit here? Dressed up for business? That’ll shrivel some curlies!

If you ever need a six-foot tall, unreconstructed feminist, old-school dyke to watch your back—I’m your man-hater!

I am, with admiration, yours,

Cheer up, not everything is a big pile of shit. British Men: surprisingly not all piggies!

To be fair, that’s true of Patty Hearst too, except for the Air America part.

Geez, didn’t Cho used to be funny? OK, the book cover made me giggle. I am of a certain age, and watched that whole mess live on local TV.

[My friend tried ice chips when she couldn’t stand the thought of anything else in her mouth. Hard candy also good (but not too minty and not too sweet). I hope that helps.]

Furthermore, those two words spake in such close proximity also signify “I’m finally off the hooch!” Or blow. &c. Either way, a little Jeebus goes a long way.

I consider MaCho an envoy, if you will, a sort of wilderness guide for adventurous suburbanites. We need her. She provides a service like those palatable primers to which the directionless flock: “Chicken Soup for the Fag Hag Wannabe Soul” or “The DaBitchy Code.” MaCho’s just priming the pump. All part of our evil librul homosessual agenda, of course.

and whoa, she did lose a lot of weight! i saw her on a rerun of sex and the city the other day, and she is much thinner now. and she really hasn’t talked about why or how she lost the weight. i do find that interesting, in light of her whole self-acceptance and body image bit from “i’m the one that i want.”

I have been eating this way for years, and can attest to the efficacy of the method.

And Patti Hearst was hardly a bona fide militant.

Thank you sooo much, Twisty, for making me choke on my Mountain Dew.

Funny, though.