I particularly like the part where spy or adventure novels don't set up unrealistic ideas about life.

So what kind of porn do you like?

Oh please -- as if that's not the first entry in everyone's file!

But for the record, M/M stories, first time/groups a plus.

We ask you, ladies, what else arouses a stronger emotion in you than that heart-fluttering chick flick? What else gets you to dream of the perfect man and pray to God that you will get one just like him?

Secretary. James Spader.

Enough said.

We ask you, ladies, what else arouses a stronger emotion in you than that heart-fluttering chick flick? What else gets you to dream of the perfect man and pray to God that you will get one just like him?

I *knew* xXx was a chick flick!

So what kind of porn do you like?

Victorian/Edwardian, the more purple the prose the better.

We ask you, ladies, what else arouses a stronger emotion in you than that heart-fluttering chick flick? What else gets you to dream of the perfect man and pray to God that you will get one just like him?

God, I despise chick flicks. I was once outnumbered in a vote and had to sit through "Sleepless in Seattle" until my wincing and hiding became more than the others could cope with and they let me leave.

"Terminator 2", "Aliens," those are my kind of chick flicks. When Ripley tells Newt to strap in and then she crashes the troop carrier in to rescue the marines--gosh, I just went home and realized my heart was broken because I'd never get to crash a troop carrier through a wall.

So what kind of porn do you like?

Honestly? High Gothic Romance, preferably with vampires. (Yes, I know. I am a big walking cliché.)

Only 88 posts all day? What were you all doing? WORKING??

Only 10 hours today. Had to be up early, though. And I have no food in the house (though I'm not terribly hungry).

Yeah. But I don't think they're really sure what it is. It could just be a wallaby or something. I wonder how it got to Springfield.

If the witnesses are correct that it looked part-deer as well, then a Patagonian cavy is more likely than a wallaby. But yes, eyewitness reports can be unreliable.

One of my co-workers mentioned the other day she was "going to see a chick flick." I asked her which one. Her reply? "Lord of War"

I'm sorry, I just wanted to see that again. Perhaps her definition of 'chick flick' is where the hero calls women chicks.

pornography – 3: the depiction of acts in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction

Man, Steve Irwin's going to be surprised at the change in his censorship rating.

The result of exposure to this kind of fairy tale is obvious, at least to us. When a single woman leaves a steamy chick flick only to return home alone to her cats and tub of ice cream, a part of her breaks—the heart part. And she feels more alone than ever.

Good lord. What bit of a man breaks when he comes home from a Jenna Jameson flick to discover his many posters of naked women have again failed to entice any actual naked women to his apartment?

When Ripley tells Newt to strap in and then she crashes the troop carrier in to rescue the marines--gosh, I just went home and realized my heart was broken because I'd never get to crash a troop carrier through a wall.

I can see that we'd have to rewrite "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" to have you riding through Paris in something rather more heavy-duty than a sports car.

Yeah. But I don't think they're really sure what it is. It could just be a wallaby or something. I wonder how it got to Springfield.

If the witnesses are correct that it looked part-deer as well, then a Patagonian cavy is more likely than a wallaby. But yes, eyewitness reports can be unreliable.

One of my co-workers mentioned the other day she was "going to see a chick flick." I asked her which one. Her reply? "Lord of War"

I'm sorry, I just wanted to see that again. Perhaps her definition of 'chick flick' is where the hero calls women chicks.

pornography – 3: the depiction of acts in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction

Man, Steve Irwin's going to be surprised at the change in his censorship rating.

The result of exposure to this kind of fairy tale is obvious, at least to us. When a single woman leaves a steamy chick flick only to return home alone to her cats and tub of ice cream, a part of her breaks—the heart part. And she feels more alone than ever.

Good lord. What bit of a man breaks when he comes home from a Jenna Jameson flick to discover his many posters of naked women have again failed to entice any actual naked women to his apartment?

When Ripley tells Newt to strap in and then she crashes the troop carrier in to rescue the marines--gosh, I just went home and realized my heart was broken because I'd never get to crash a troop carrier through a wall.

I can see that we'd have to rewrite "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" to have you riding through Paris in something rather more heavy-duty than a sports car.

I plead temporary insanity work for my intermittent posting today.