I was hoping that too, but as much as I respect Mr. Kamiya's writing, I doubt he's that cool. Underneath the highbrow self-awareness, this is, after all, an American tourist complaining about typical difficulties encountered during a family vacation. The Anti-Nowhere league song would be a soundtrack to nights prowling small streets and seedy taverns, not buying your kids gelato and complaining about the heat. I suspect it is the much more snooze-inspiring Miles Davis track.

I meant "Custer's Revenge", wiki it and be dismayed.

...there's a ton of actual sex games with visuals for computer and PS2. Most of them are only released in Japan (where else?). Among those, there are 'realistic' simulators, as well as anime-ish fighting games where the characters use sex moves on each other. Anyway, this concept has been around since the awful "Custer's Last Stand," so I really don't see the point of this article.

1. As stated in Maddox's book "The Alphabet of Manliness", you are not to stand at a urinal that is next to an occupied one, unless there are no more urinals available, and even then, if you choose to use it instead of waiting, your peers are free to assume that you wish to partake in anal sex with another man.

2. Plan ahead. If all urinals are open, you must choose one of the end urinals so as to maximize the amount of usable space.

3. Look ahead, look directly ahead, possibly even looking up to maximize the distance between your field of vision and other men's genitalia.

4. Please try to ensure that a stall is unoccupied before you attempt to open the door. Someone who unknowingly attempts to force the door of an occupied stall is considered a turd burglar.

5. If you are occupying a stall, you can alert potential turd burglars and prevent turd burglaries by tapping your foot, clearing your throat, or flushing more often.

6. While conversation is generally to be avoided, it is acceptable when (and only when) both parties have flushed, zipped their pants, and are in front of the sink, mirror, or paper towel dispenser.

7. Sometimes there will be situations (such as running into your boss) where a nod of acknowledgment or brief "hello" is required. Again, this must be done only at the point specified in rule #6, whether or not you expect it to lead to further conversation. If either of the parties is presently occupied at the urinal, you must both act as if the other person were not there and that you have only become aware of their presence when all bodily functions are concluded.

That's all I can think of for now.

New York is like Animal Farm meets high school: all the artsy types from high school suddenly find they're "cool", so they start behaving exactly like the beautiful people they claimed to hate in high school: drunk, cliquey, faux-jaded idiots. Reminds me of the "stupid spoiled whore party" episode of South Park.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. I have not heard anyone express it better. Someone please get me the hell out of here.

These are two smart women, failing to acknowledge any dark undercurrent of sexuality. Sex is fascinating, powerful, dangerous because of this very volatility, an evening's ability to seek out switchbacks when you were expecting a straight route. Any woman -- any man -- who doesn't know that isn't liberated; they're naive.

But this is the whole current of sex-positive feminism, if you haven't been paying attention. Their entire project has been to dismantle the notion of sex as magical, important, or anything special - to them it's just a fun, pleasurable, physical activity to be indulged in with the same simplicity as eating. So if you accept that premise, it's hard to see how rape would be anything more than 'boring' - probably not even as bad as a guy getting beat up.

I was raised without any sort of religion or repression, but somehow I got this crazy idea into my head that you should maybe go out with people for like a week or get to know them before you have sex with them. Apparently thinking that it should be that way for both men and women makes me some sort of patriarchal sexist.

I live in Williamsburg too, and moving here opened my eyes to the fact that besides superficial taste in music and movies, I have absolutely nothing in common with the sort of people who live here - shallow, dull hedonists who pawn off their air of cynicism as intelligence, but are really nothing more than disguised fratboys and sorority sluts, trying to intellectualize their getting wasted and hooking up by talking about it in an ironic, detached way and throwing in some feminist terms. I'd damn it all to hell if I believed that such existed.

Hey, no one would be more thrilled than me about closing the wage gap between the hard sciences/tech fields and humanities. But I'm afraid the reason for it is simply that people buy more computers, software, and medical services than books on Lacan, though I wish it weren't so.

That is perceptive advice coming from one so young. Your time in Braavos must have made you wise indeed :-)