I can say, with 100% accuracy, that NOT-looking-at-Playboy did NOT prevent me from being gay.

There's some lobbying in the Zmahem household even now on how we might be able to leverage this for Matilda's birthday on Saturday. But we're not sure if her BFF's schedule will allow it.

Ooh.

Most straight men have the fantasy of watching two incredibly attractive women get it on, but they are not quite satisfied with each other, and therefore must invite the man in to completely satisfy them.

I think one day I came to the conclusion that watching two women get it on was a turn-on because you could put yourself in the place of either participant as opposed to just the man. That or two hot women are twice as hot as one hot woman.

My rampantly homophobic brother in law LOVES his girl on girl porn. Fuckwad.

You should send him a clip of the New Masculinity session (if there is one, hope) of the Value Voters Events, so you can warn him of catching the gay if he watches the porn.

I always end up doing some extra cleaning when my wife is away since there's nobody around to tell me I'm doing wrong. Also if I'm cleaning and she's there to watch me do it, then she feels compelled to do housework too and gets all cranky about it. When she spent the day out Saturday, I ended cleaning the kitchen and freeing counter space that hadn't been free for months.

The kids joined in and wiped down the walls with washcloths. I don't know why they enjoyed doing that, but they appeared to be having fun.

I'm going to geaux out on a limb and say they were trying to be cute with the wording.

Gud, you need to come and talk to my hubby.

I make it a point to NEVER be critical of his housekeeping--unless it's non-existent.

The whole "geaux" thing is more often seen in a sports context, usually about the LSU Tigers. (Geaux Sants! 2-0, baby.)

I make it a point to NEVER be critical of his housekeeping

This is a smart move, IMHO.

When my wife is away for a trip with the kids, look out clutter, I do the serious cleaning all day and then I can screw off and watch movies or play video games all night with a total lack of guilt. But this hasn't happened for a couple of years.

I don't get the impression they are concerned about female homosexuality.

But they are concerned about feminists. Which is what a teenage encounter with a Playboy helped turn me into*. I don't know if that contributes to this really rather methodologically dodgy study into whether Playboy makes you gay, though. Mostly, it's Eliza Dushku and Kate Beckinsale who are responsible for my gayness.**

*It has to be read in conjunction with Naomi Wolf and Germaine Greer for the full effect. I would guess most consumers of Playboy find them considerably less interesting reading, of course.

**Not in a particularly direct way. Sadly.

Gud, you need to come and talk to my hubby.

Don't think of it as extra work, think of it as a point scoring opportunity, and a remember that a half-assed vacuuming job looks almost as good as a careful vacuuming job.