We don't know enough about Obama. Obama is playing games with us when he won't let us read his school papers. William Ayers is a terrorist who doesn't dominate his wife adequately. Holy smokes, this is supposed to be informative? Based on this article and the last two of hers that Salon has published, I can only conclude that Camille Paglia is one of the most rampant right-wing nutjobs out there. I wish Salon would stop running her pieces. They read very much like Ann Coulter, only Ann Coulter might be the better writer of the two. Why don't you just start publishing Ann Coulter's work?

Nobody is talking about Barack's butt, I've noticed. If you're a feminist, be a feminist. Women are people, not sexualized objects, remember? Barack's butt is off limits; Michelle's butt should be off limits too.

In my life, the Chronicles of Narnia have been launched against me repeatedly as one weapon in the battle for my soul and are irremediably tainted because of that. Initially, I gave myself to them with the purest joy. My mother read them to us at night before bed; we snuggled up against her and she did all the voices. She was very explicit about pointing out the Christian allegory because she was a fanatical Christian. I didn't judge her for that back then. I loved her very much, so I tried to share her conviction even though I was always insecure about the sincerity of my faith. At age 14 I repudiated Christianity totally and have never gone back. My parents lost all three of their children to Christ this way, but that has not shaken their faith or their love for us. At age 28 my father, trying to win me back into the fold, gave me a set of the Chronicles of Narnia. It wasn't the Christianity that stunned me so much as an adult. It was the small-mindedness. I mean the really petty cruelty; the prejudice and spitefulness Miller talks about seemed like the 'true' content of these books, whereas the mythic dimension seemed like only seductive packaging. That was sad. Ever since then I've hated CS Lewis for tricking me as a child. This article does not restore my admiration for CS Lewis, but it does maybe make me hate him a little less. Therefore, I thank Laura Miller for her perspective, which acknowledges both the magic and the piggishness of these stories.

I have never known anyone else with it, or even that it had a name. I've always thought it was my own weird thing. Now I know different. I have been tugging on--sometimes to the extent of pulling out--my eyebrows and eyelashes since I was thirteen. I'm 34 now. Sometimes I actually fantasize about burning my eyelashes or cutting them off, like it would be such a thrill, so liberating, such a relief. I never do it, but I actually have to resist the temptation sometimes. I really have no idea what this is about. Sometimes I stare off into space and pull on my eyelashes for so long it gives me a headache. I try to mitigate the damage by rolling my eyelashes so that they curl, as they would with an eyelash curler, somewhat, if that makes any sense. But rolling them repeatedly between my fingers makes them split in several places and eventually break off. I'm always impressed when an eyelash falls out that has four or five breaks down the shaft and a frayed end. I think, wow, I really worked on that one. When my broken eyelashes grow back, I think, oh good, now I can get back down to business! But at the same time, it's all very frustrating and paralyzing. Anyway, LW, I have no advice for you. All I can say is that I'm an anxious, high-maintenance, achievement-oriented person as well, so maybe there is some connection there. Then again, maybe not. Thank you for teaching me that there is actually a clinical diagnosis for this thing.

Pregnancy lasts for nine months. I think labor and delivery are supposed to last a day or so.

I am the only person I know who is not on Facebook. Every day the pressure to join intensifies. My friends used to urge me very openly to join, but now the pressure comes in more insidious forms. For example, I have become something of a social inconvenience, since plans etc. in my group of friends are now made via Facebook but I still have to be informed personally. Furthermore, Facebook gossip has now become a major theme of real life conversation. Obviously I have nothing to contribute to these discussions.

Facebook seems like it starts out fun. But it's impossible to control and in fact more likely than not to spin out of control and create many crises that could have been avoided by not being on Facebook in the first place.

Therefore, a compilation of 25 random things about me will never exist. There will never be an easy way to look me up and find out what I'm all about. Does this mean I am going to be an outcast?

Your real friends have your phone number and your e-mail address. Your old friends you've lost touch with can find you easily enough. I'm sure Facebook has lots of advantages and maybe you have a lot of fun with it, in which case you should just ignore me. But if it's not fun anymore, you could send a final message to all your fine "friends" that you won't be doing the Facebook thing anymore, and if they want to reach you they can e-mail or call you. If that sounds liberating, maybe you should do it.