Why on earth fighting the Wall Street criminals has to be done by a puritan saint. I have no problem with Spitzer having sex with a prostitute or having a secret lover. It is his wife's problem not ours.

It is our problem. It is our problem because Spitzer was elected on the platform of his integrity and his respect for THE LAW. He is not allowed to break those same laws that he is charged with enforcing (and has enforced, and has put people in jail because of those crimes); he does not get a pass because he did some good on Wall Street, or because you think Blue laws are silly.

Many of them are certainly silly on their face, but if you dig deeper in to the crimes committed, they are not "victimless" crimes when they begin to involve organized crime, money laundering, tax evasion, and goodness knows what else.

HOW??? How could a man who built his reputation on a namesake-like zeal to go after people who considered themselves untouchable (har har!) expose himself like this? If that nookie cost him $5000 (and really, five large? Is that muff made of spun gold or something?) that's an organization dealing in serious coin. You can't hide money like that without power and connections of the "extremely dangerous" variety. I can't believe he let himself get taken down like this. What a weak, pathetic fool.

Thank goodness TNT shows nearly-endless reruns of L&O. I need an Adam Schiff fix right about now.

Its sort of too late to wonder about this now, I guess, but why do you have three dogs in an apartment?

This reminds me of a case in I think Florida (where else, right?) where a guy sued for damages when a stripper with enormous breasts placed his head betwixt her bosoms and jiggled back and forth so that her boobs whacked his head. Apparently, they were *so* big and heavy that he suffered neck injuries because of it.

-- "Truly, Madly, Deeply": I barely remember this, but I remember it being an effective semi-comedic weepie showcasing the talents of Alan "Snape" Rickman and Emma Thompson. It is still beloved to many people.

Juliet Stevenson, actually, not Emma Thompson.

I have never cried so hard at a film as I did with Truly Madly Deeply. I mean that in the best way, it is so beautiful and tragic and glorious in its acknowledgment of the need to keep living even though everything around you makes you want to pack it all in. That poem by Pablo Neruda that she recites says it all, "Forgive me, my love, if you have died, but I will go on living"

If you ever have a really bad day and you know you need to have a good cry just to get it all out, watch this movie.

How is peeking under a skirt perverted?

With a camera??? Brightstar, seriously? Come ON. You are capable of reason, I've seen it myself. The enemy of your enemy is not necessarily your friend; you don't have to support every creep and sleazeball just because "feminists" don't like him.

If everyone on Atkins was dropping dead because of it, we'd be tripping over bodies in the streets.

They're probably not dropping dead, but I'd be curious to know about the increase in kidney stones and other kidney ailments that an all-meat, all-the-time diet will cause.

It is innocent FUN, like when women see a strong, silent man slip and become vulnerable, letting something slip about himself, in front of her eyes.

Brightstar. Please read what you are saying. He held a camera under her clothing. That is not "male sexuality" -- this is someone who enjoys engaging in activities without the consent of the other party. How is that innocent?

In the interest of parity, if some woman chose to express her "sexuality" by sticking a camera down the pants of passing men (or boys) then she should also be tossed in the slammer.

A double "amen" to those 2am sausages, although my fondest recollections of them were down on Friend St. back when McGann's was still a good place to go for music. I had another great one somewhere in CT about a year ago, I think it was in New London. The dogs they sell between the Common and the Public Garden in the summer are great, too.

As for getting hot dogs in Paris: Paris ain't cheap and the hot dogs are! If you're going to splash out for food, save your euro for a really nice dinner and eat from the vendors while you're wandering around the city. Street food there consists of crepes, croque monsieur, 'le hot dog' which is really *two* hot dogs in a baguette, or a sauscisson sec which is dry salami and butter on baguette. I prefer the sauscisson et beurre myself, but les hot dogs really did look tempting. And enormous.

"If the letter to Gary [correction: Cary] is a typical example of your writing [comma] I think I know why you were rejected by the top schools. In fact [comma] I would say that number 63 and 90 put their ranking in jeopardy by accepting you. For a person with and [correction: an] MFA in Creative Writing to manage to put so many grammatical errors, wacky commas, and plain garbled sentences in so short a piece would be funny if it weren't so troubling for what it says about the standards of the institutions that trained him."

Regard, also, your interesting mix of conditional phrases:

"For a person...to [do n] would be funny if..."

Unfortunately, we men are trapped in our gender way more than women, wearing the depressing MALE drag everyday.

Kilts. Dudes in kilts are HOT. Seriously. I saw some guy on the subway once dressed in a kilt, and gray wool sweater, workboots, and socks just sitting and reading the paper and I swear to god I got a little dizzy. I actually swooned.