God, whine, whine, whine.

It was a fine bookend to last season's finale revelation. And besides the requisite moping (you wouldn't be devastated after being cooped up in a tin can in outer space for three years while being chased by murderous robots after everyone you ever knew or loved was killed while you were spared because you were on the colonial equivalent of the NY-DC shuttle...which you spent the next three years on while fleeing murderous robots?), you seem to have missed the interesting implications about the 13th tribe being Cylons.

Seems like there's plenty of interesting stuff ahead. Starbuck being a Cylon was too easy, of course. But how did she crash, die, and return to Galactica in a shiny new Viper? Obviously has something to do with how these Cylons, some 2000 years old, found themselves in the colonies. Ellen...That's interesting and weird, Cylons killing Cylons for collaborating with...Cylons, and being tortured by Cylons. Gee these Cylons are beginning to resemble...humans.

And of course, we still have the Cavils & Co. out there roaming space with very bad intentions.

Dee...I thought she was going to shoot herself in the Raptor. But of course people are going to kill themselves in the wake of such disappointment.

Of course, it could all go wrong and ultimately disappoint. Such promise usually does in multi-season undertakings.

But the coolness of being the first to turn on what was once beloved is cheap.

I'm looking forward to seeing how the various things are resolved.

Like, I've always wondered, how could someone like Tigh be a Cylon? Are the final five all orphans? Didn't they have parents? Were they born Cylon? What does that mean? Don't Adama and Tigh go back like 20-30 years together? Are people abducted and replaced by copies? Why these people? Did anyone realize 'skin jobs' were more than 2000 years old?

...of why I stopped paying for a premium membership: drivel like this.

without reading the article, the reflexive hair-splitting and deliberate but clever misreadings being the give-away.

Meana, a self-described feminist, argues that women's lust is "narcissistic" and guided by "the wish to be the object of erotic admiration and sexual need."

When you've been trying to please women for around 30yrs, the truth of this statement is so self-evident as to be unremarkable, trite even.

Tracy, you can parse it away all you like, but "the wish to be the object of erotic admiration and sexual need" is pretty much narcissism defined in regard to sex. And it's spot on.

What's also hilariously spot on is your inability to see it for what it is, the inability to admit the simple facts...Which, also in my experience with women, is another fundamental female trait. Hence all the intellectual contortions which sound great, but are, in the end, just so much BS.

Female sexuality is summed up by my best friend, a very attractive single, 34-year-old feminist woman who lives and works in NY. She "hates" all the male attention she attracts, supposedly. And yet she revels in it. She does her one-night stands, etc., but at heart, she's programmed to solicit and delight in male sexual attention. Lust after her without being scary, and she just can't push you away. She might not drop her drawers, but she will never really and truly discourage the attention.

It's only surprising/disheartening/disappointing to straight women because you haven't dated yourselves.

And why, anthropologically speaking, would this be remarkable at all?

without reading the byline.

And here I am being so clever and perceptive myself.

Well, no kidding.

Partly I'm being silly, partly dead serious. But if you've dated enough women, pursued enough women, you'll recognize the truth of what I'm saying.

There are exceptions to every rule. And all things exist somewhere in a spectrum.

But...It is not remarkable, certainly not controversial, to suggest that being desired is a huge part of female sexuality. And it's not controversial or remarkable to say that most women will "lie" about how important it is to them to be desired by men.

constantly in search of affronts/insults/discrimination. What an odd job, scouring the wires for something you can whip yourself into a frenzy over, hoping said frenzy is contagious.

I feel so...enlightened...now that I know the BofE is out of bounds expecting young women to dress for work, not clubs.

The apocalypse must be nigh.

but she hasn't yet.

I endured the Dead White Males backlash in college...This is so frigging tiresome.

All these immigrants...Christ. They want something better than their own country can give them. That's why they're here.

Nothing more noble than switching to the lane that's moving fastest at the grocery store.

Once again...This is where my faith in my party and country seriously suffers.

I read Glenn's piece, all very nice, the Left has more intellectual integrity than the Right. We knew that, already. Don't worship anyone. Yadda, yadda, yawn, yawn.

The point is to get some shit done, not pour concrete around this guy's feet.

But no, the point is really to strut and primp and pose and act you give a shit about anything other than getting reelected.

Just fucking give him the reins. If he fucks it up, fine. It can't be worse than Bush, and at this point, we need to go long. We're circling the toilet already.

Fucking Democrats. We have met the enemy and they are us. Then again, we all knew these Blue Dogs would be a fucking poison pill. And there they go, acting like they know anything about anything besides running campaigns. Asswipes.

Whoa...A Romeo Void shout out. Nice.