Um. I just looked up the lyrics, and if there's any group sex in there, I can't find it. Want to take another glance at the words?

People. Beloved, opinionated people.

She's already decided to get married. It's right there in her letter. She didn't ask whether she should get married. She asked how to deal with family and friends who kept trying their best to shoot down her happiness. This is a valid question, and I'm a little disappointed that neither Cary nor anyone here has even taken a stab at it; it's so much simpler than the issues everyone is seizing on instead.

So here's a thought: The next time someone says that radical feminism and marriage don't mix, she might consider looking them straight in the eye, smiling evenly, and pointing out that marriage is a great way to make little radical feminists, who someday will grow up to be big radical feminists who can slip into mainstream society and subvert it from within, possibly even by marrying into it -- or who can firebomb it from the outside, because they will be adults, and adults get to decide for themselves where their lives will go.

Does anyone have an idea about how to deal with the catty sister-in-law who mouthed off about wanting to be the only one making grandchildren in the family? There must be a great comeback to that, but I can't come up with it. Thoughts?

The Chicago Tribune is actually different from the Seattle Times. Please fix your attribution on the Rwanda article. Thanks.

Great article, thanks for it. Just a brief note.

I worked on Wall Street from April 2001 until April 2006. To get to work every morning, I needed to walk its length, from Broadway to the river. Not a big deal, and lots of lovely old buildings to look at on the way. But when the NYSE went into permanent lockdown, everyone's walk became a nightmare, and people rebelled, but not because people were tired of "spending time in such a dreary wasteland" or "seeing a visually overwhelming security presence." No.

People rebelled because the NYSE is at the corner of Wall Street and Broadway, on a block literally filled with commuters every weekday, people walking in the street and on the sidewalk. When it was blocked off, they extended the blockades out so far that we had to walk single file. At rush hour. Every day. Twice a day, at the speed of the slowest person. It was the opposite of the New York walking aesthetic. It became actually impossible to swim upstream; you had to take a side street, if you could find one that wasn't cordoned off (difficult), or wait until 10:00am or so.

The No-Gos are, in fact, a great solution -- now. They only started working well once foot traffic was allowed to flow again. When they were installed, well, they are extremely solid. I sported deep bruises for weeks after a couple of attempts to let oncoming pedestrians by led to abrupt encounters with all that bronze-plated concrete. The bruises went really well with the black and grey phlegm my coworkers and I coughed up for months after 9/11, but what the hell, we're here.

P.S. I miss mailboxes and trashcans. They were nice.

Thanks for posting about this. What bothers me is not that the Post wrote about Pelosi's fashion sense, or even that it was prominently featured on the front page next to a picture of her looking kickass. My problem is that they couldn't scrape up a second link to, say, any article at all about her brain. Katharine Graham made much of stamping out the practice of describing women by their looks in Post articles. I wonder if she'd be annoyed that it's back.

OK, I lied. I am also mad at the Post writer for not digging into Hastert's fashion sense. WTF?