Boy, the misandry in here is so thick you'd need a meat cleaver to cut through it. A sharp one.

At worst, what Alvin did is unethical. Calling it a crime - or even worse, making it a crime - is obscene. As others have pointed out sex is always consensual except when it's not, i.e. the woman is unconscious or is being forced at knife or gun point. The instant this woman accepted Alvin's non-answer to her question and let him undress her, she consented. Period.

And as for dream states, NO ONE who is soundly asleep would have even woken up to the mere sound of their door opening, let alone been able to articulate a question other than "Huh..whuh??"

This woman is lying, probably because she is scared that her relationship with her boyfriend would end if he knew the truth (assuming it hasn't already). Again, as others have pointed out, it is not credible that Alvin felt, smelled and touched the same as his brother. Even his silhouette in the doorway would have been different. Something would have tipped this woman off, and right quick.

And I hate the use of the word "obtain(ed)" when referring to sex. It's degrading to both men and women, but especially women. Last but not least, would the opposite apply? Could a man have a woman charged with rape for fraudulently pretending she was someone else, or somesuch?

Oh yeah, I forgot. Men will fuck anything, right??

...are also LIARS. Genuine professional competency requires YEARS and YEARS of acquired skill and experience. I have worked as a Tecnial Publications professional for twelve years, and only now do I possess the skills and experience necessary to be a genuinely effective manager. The last time I was unemployed I tried to develop an alternative career, and it was impossible without going back to school full time and getting another degree. That's four years, folks, then another six to twelve years to become truly, professionally competent.

Is it possible for someone to change horses in mid-stream? Sure, absolutley. But not another four times before they get to the other bank of the stream. That's just patent nonsense. We're told this to make us panicky and afraid - exactly the way the system wants us to feel. Do what I do. Give the system the finger.

I know exactly how you feel, but I must admit that there have been many times over the years where, while reading an article or essay on Salon I thought to myself, "Shit, I could write something a hell of a lot better than this!" Especially true when reading any movie review, as generally speaking they stink (though not as bad as Dana What's-Her-Name's over at Slate).

But I think you've come up with a great idea. Ask Salon and Havrilesky if they will set up a debate between the two of you, about television. It could be a pay-per-view thing, or a special webcast, or whatever. I'd definitely watch, and would even pay for the privilege. Ask them...and KEEP asking until you get a definitive response.

...why am I NOT surprised that my letter was deleted? Because it spoke the unalloyed truth?!

Nah, couldn't be that.

By the way, for the record, the bitch lied. It's really that simple.

I'm stunned that Churchill, of all people, would have even contemplated something like this. The reason Patton ended up as the Military Governor of Bavaria was precisely because of his suggestion that we attack the Soviets. And oh yes, I'm sure 100,000 exhausted Germans would have just jumped at the chance to get the same ass-kicking from the same ass-kickers. What rubbish.

When the Soviets finally entered the war against Japan, their paratroopers blew through the battle-hardened and well-supplied Kanto Army like it wasn't even there, in a matter of days. Do you have ANY idea what they would have done to Western Europe?? Talk about the mother of all stupid ideas.

I'm sure it's some variation of "Please go fuck your mother in the ass", but still, it would be nice to see even a limited translation!

I'm certain of that. She's being held in reserve, like an ace card, and when they play her it's going to be devastating.

What IS IT with people and their dogs?? Have they forgotten that they are animals? My parents would have never owned such a large dog when I was that age, let alone let him slobber on me when they're ten feet away. GEEEEZ....

Read Time Magazine's story on dogs. You'll never look at Fido the same again.

So a couch potato with limited literary skill enjoyed one of the most reliably stupid sitcoms of the last decade, and felt compelled to write about it. You know what? I REALLY dig the show "Robot Chicken." I think it's one of the funniest shows of its type ever made - although it's impossible to categorize. Can I get a commission to write about THAT??

Didn't think so.

You've really been throught the wringer, so you should appreciate this little story from my own adventures in Technical Publications:

In May of '04 I was screwed out of a job I hated, which is a strange feeling, let me tell you. The CTO decided he didn't like me and >POING<. My first interview later that same month was with a pre-IPO start-up with about 30 employees. I had documented their type of software - electronic design automation, or EDA - and the CTO thought I might be a good fit. After three interviews the recruiter who sent me to him called me up and told me that unfortunately I wasn't quite good enough. Ok, cool, on to the next.

Fast forward to late December, and now I'm attached to a contracting agency. The HR person who handles all the tech writers calls me up and says "I've found you the perfect job! All you have to do is go in for one quick interview and you've got a two month contract with possible extensions!" At $70 an hour I was thrilled, and asked the company's name.

I'm sure you can guess, right? Yep, it was Mr. Almost-But-Not-Quite from back in May. It seemed that the multi-million dollar contract for one of his company's products was endangered because the customer was pissed off that there was no documentation. He had hired and fired two full-time directs, burned through three contractors, and now had his back to the wall. So I was sent in. He was frantic and hysterical, but I still managed to deliver the two manuals for the given product, on time. He wanted an extension. Knowing who my real boss was, I told him "Don't even think about it" and walked out. I called the HR person and told her everything. Her response?

"That bastard is at it AGAIN?! Jesus CHRIST on a CROSS!!"

And I just giggled my motherfuckin' ass off.

Who will remember him fifty years from now? I think his numerous and outrageous statements on television will be trotted out the same way we now trot out George Wallace's "stand" and speech at the steps of the University of Alabama.

As a Christian, I must forgive him. I must also pray for his soul. I can't judge him, though I will admit that starting around about '83 he made me terribly angry.