Other than irrational paranoia, I will never understand why so many people think that shaving vaginas is all about achieving that prepubescent look. Yes, prepubescent girls have hairless vaginas. They also have hairless armpits and legs. Would anybody in a million years suggest that shaving armpits and legs is a prepubescent thing?

I'm a thirty year old male with no younger sisters and no kids. I don't change diapers. I've never had occasion to see a prepubescent vagina. I suspect this isn't all that rare. The only thing that would even connect shaven adult vaginas with hairless child vaginas in my mind is hysterical articles connecting genital grooming with pedophilia (which, granted, seem to spring up by the dozens these days).

There's really no need to invent pedophile boogeymen to explain the popularity of shaven vaginas. I can give you two very good reasons why so many men prefer them, reasons which have a shot at passing Occam's razor.

1.) One of the things men like about women is that they're smooth. You know, like their legs and armpits. Duh.

2.) A shaven vagina is a lot easier to deal with. When you get a faceful of one of those things, you're probably going to hang out there longer if it's well kept. And isn't that what we all want?

Anyway, it boggles my mind how often the Lolita theory is stated prima facie, with no explanation, no justification, and certainly no skepticism from the journalist at the helm. Unfortunately, these days journalists are more interested in what's sensational than what's true. Oh, that, and they're fucking lazy.

I think the bachelor party is sort of a strange tradition in this day and age, because it seems totally unrealistic. While there may have been a time in our culture when the actual wedding day marked a big change in the status quo, at this point, it's sort of a formality. The rules on the night before your wedding are exactly the same as the rules on the night after. They've been set for quite some time before you get to an altar. So whether or not there was a period in our history when a groom was allowed to mess around with other women on the eve of his wedding, it's long gone. But for some reason the bachelor party remains. Mysterious.

But at any rate, there are still two activities which, depending on your situation, you may be allowed to do the night before and not the night after. The first is to go out and get shitfaced with the boys. The second is to go to a strip club.

Whether or not it's classier to eat a fine steak and go to a hockey game, these things are perfectly acceptable after you get married. As far as your impending life-changing event is concerned, they're irrelevant.

In many ways, the boozefest at the strip club is as much for your already married guests as it is for the bachelor. It's their free pass to go home to their wives, stinking of gin and cheap perfume, and say "Honey, I didn't want to, but my hands were tied."

I think it's a pretty silly thing to get worked up about. Obviously the guy is choosing his new married life over his old single life. Why begrudge him a harmless last hurrah? There will be plenty of time to crush his spirit once the honeymoon is over.

That's a joke at the end. I think.

She's revealing a bit more than she intends to here:

"Very often people hear about God at about the same time as they're learning about Santa Claus. And their ideas about Santa Claus mature and change in time, but their idea of God remains infantile."

I suppose she could just have easily written 20 books full of nuanced meditation on Santa Claus, and how the modern world foolishly reads accounts of Santa literally, instead of as poetry, rich with subtle meaning and relevance. She could rail against those presumptuous egotists who consider their disbelief in Santa to be the only rational position. Her fawning interviewer could lob nerf softballs at her like "I take it you don't like the question, does a guy in a red suit actually land a magic sleigh on the roof and slide down the chimney?", and she could sniff the question away with a lofty non-answer like "People who ask that question have a rather simplisitic notion of what Santa is," before explaining that the presents under the tree are a red herring.

Now imagine that fervent believers in Santa Claus have a chokehold on all three branches of government, and you'll understand how Richard Dawkins feels.

If this is what qualifies as newsworthy, then women have no problems in this world, and Broadsheet should retire.