Among the monogamous people I know, they make an agreement to not have sex with people they are not married to. A straight man and a straight woman get married - they take the vows. Most of them manage to stay sexually faithful to their partner. The guy takes a cold shower. The woman takes a deep breath and arches an eyebrow. The marriage stays intact.

Why should this be different with bisexuals? You marry a person and agree to be monogamous. You see another person who looks attractive. You remember you made an agreement and move on.

I think the question should be - do you want to stay in a marriage or do you want to be single and screw around?

you could get a baby planner or two for free. They're called "grandma".

Don't women talk to their mothers anymore?

I live in a city on a busy street. On the rare sunny days, I go out on my deck and the neighbor is blaring NPR or running some kind of garden tool that goes BRRRRRRRR... They've been there three years. Before them was a couple who were there two. Before them an old lady who rented a room to a family that had Mariachi parties and shrieking children. I used to live next door to a day care where the moms parked in my driveway so I was late to work and they were sanctimonious about their RIGHTS and their CHILDREN. I've had two neighbors die on me and I hope people with toddlers don't move in. However, if I find a yard full of screaming tots next door, I'll let it ride. They have as much of a right to make noise as I do to call for my cats in a shrieky voice at 9:50PM or sit on the back porch playing a concertina or run a power drill on a Sunday morning.

My points are that people have a right to inhabit their space and that time flies. The kid will be in college in a few years. He has a right to shoot hoops. He's doing it at a reasonable time of day. It could be worse. You could be living next to a crazy cat lady who loves power tools and nerdy folk music.

Suck it up. You don't live in Antarctica.

I weep for the New York Times. It used to be a world-class newspaper. I remember coming home from church on Sundays to see my dad engrossed in the difficult crossword puzzle. We'd read about politics, museums, art, haute couture, matters of state, world affairs, and revolution. Now, we have this nobody airing her mundane sex life in this once-fine institution.

Yes, I read it as my eyes glazed over. I resisted looking up her DSM code. I patiently waded through it, hoping for an interesting denoument. There was none.

The only message I got out of this is that the New York Times is not the august institution it once was and that makes me very sad.

I bought a house at the bottom of the market in 1993. I have been there ever since. The house has flaws, but I love home ownership. I knew that I'd have to fix things and it'd cost money and all of that. But its MINE. I have a garden full of wildflowers, butterflies, weeds, and field mice. I have funky colored walls. I have a dusty garage full of garden tools. I don't have to listen to people screwing on the other side of the wall or walking over my head. I picked my roofer so I have a great roof. It is not a suckers' game. It is a vocation. I'm a homeowner. That's what I do. And I love it love it love it.

Maybe the LW needs to move back to her home country, get reacquainted with her relatives, get her old job back and hope that her relatives will love her kid enough to spell her off once in a while. She's not selfish, she's just out of her element and unsupported.

This woman does not need a "relationship" with another flavor of alphabet soup. She needs other *mothers* to support and help her emotionally. A man in her life would just take up more of her time and attention, which she does not have. Telling someone craving solitude that she needs a relationship is like telling a diabetic she needs a thick slab of Sarah Lee.

Alkaline, China and India will make all the mistakes we did, only with more people and, therefore, on a larger scale.

There is an old expression that those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it. Well, even if they did know history, they don't care. Most people can't see past next week.

Or the fat guys with ponytails on them? Is their display of patriotism on Memorial Day somehow less inferior to a fat guy in a museum looking at dainty French pastel drawings on Memorial Day?

Clue me in here.

Lots of those guys are veterans. Lots of them are just blue collar guys who feel patriotic. Getting together in a big group to express yourself lies at the very core of the Constitution and what it means. Nothing in the Constitution says that it has to be Tasteful.

How's this compare to DDR for a workout? I'm thinking of getting a DDR game. I don't have downstairs neighbors, moo haw haw.