Okay, I freely admit that I am a sucker for Chietwal Ejiofor. He could stand in a room, with a bag on his head and talk about "The Real Housewives of Orange County" for an hour and I'd be happy to pay the admission fee.

But combine that with some classic Roland Emmerich disaster porn? Sign me up.

Thanks again for another amazing review from Stephanie Z, who sits through it so you don't have to...pay, that is!

Try having a cancer-related hysterectomy, but keeping your ovaries; you're not in menopause, still have a sex drive, but either can't achieve the Big O anymore, or have completely different ones.

All the available literature points to the same thing: There is not a lot of study about how hysterectomy will impact a women's sex life. (What research there is is usually done on women who've had the procedure for fibroids, not cancer, and they typically report an increase in sexual satisfaction due largely to the elimination of constant pain from fibroids.)

I'm alive, and my husband has been awesome, but I'm now stuck with a carved up, swollen belly, a totally different experience of sex, and no help from my otherwise awesome oncologist about where to go from here.

My husband has been incredibly supportive and patient, but that doesn't compensate for the ongoing inequity in study of, and support for, women's post-cancer quality of bedroom life.

Sorry for the loss...Uncle Owen sounds like he totally kicked it. I aspire to be that kind of Aunt to my nieces and nephews.

Talk about lack of table manners! Apparently, Miss Portman is not a frequent guest of good hosts. Being a good host involves making one's guests feel comfortable. If one is entertaining vegans, one does not blithely serve up rack of lamb and toss a soy patty on the table as an afterthought.

Furthermore, being a good host extends to farming. Industrial meat processors do not make their livestock, employees, or consumers particularly comfortable. However, small family farms (like the one where I buy my chicken, lamb, and pork) do provide a certain comfort: Phil and Jen (yes, I know the farmers' names) accompany their livestock to the small slaughterhouse, ensure that the animals are slaughtered humanely, and inform all of their customers about their practices.

I don't consider condoning rape in the same category...a good host never would.

For completely unrelated reasons, I just had two abdominal surgeries less than four months apart. And, for some completely unfathomable reason, you must A) pee, and B) consume Jell-O to the satisfaction of your surgeon before you are considered healthy enough to discharge.

And people wonder why we need healthcare reform....

I'm not a parent, but I did learn from my parents, who have been married for almost 50 years. They taught me that marriage has ups and downs and that the process of commitment is really a process of continual recommitment. The person you marry at 20 or even 30 is not the same person at 40 or 50, so you're constantly re-learning about your partner.

That said, it's also about priorities. My mother "picked her battles". She felt she could raise three happy, healthy kids, OR keep a spotless house but not both. Choosing the priorities of life and accepting that a lot of stuff will fall by the wayside is a critical part of marriage (and parenting). You want to have sex, or date night, or whatever? Great, you're going to have skip the play dates, or the laundry, or something, otherwise having it all becomes having nothing.

Regardless of the growing technological options for personal expression, we still have choices. We can still opt not to Twitter, FaceSpaceBook, or YouTube our inner lives. No one is holding a gun to anyone's head to sign contracts with reality TV shows, publishers, or other communications congolomerates offering quick riches in exchange for a kiss and tell.

If you were raised believing that a public pillorying of your object of vengeance is appropriate, then you'll take maximum advantage of the technology available, be it a telegram or a Twitter. If you were raised to believe that discretion really is the better part of valor, then you'll suck up your socks and move past the event. It's really pretty simple: it's a choice.

(And it's great to see a piece by the fabulous Ms. Chocano!

I'm no fan of Bush's wars, or indeed, any war, but as the sister of two Gulf War veterans, and the Aunt of a new Air Force specialist, I can wholeheartedly appreciate this young man's dedication to duty.

Here's hoping that both he, and Afghanistan, are both soon left to peaceful futures.

First, YIPEEE HH is back, and in fine form.

Second, I cannot wait to read her "The Real Housewives of New Jersey" series premiere review. (And there had better be one, too.) What could be better than two sisters, both of whose deceased father-in-law was found, wrapped in plastic, in the back of a Lincoln, with four bullet holes in his body? Can't wait!