Could someone please end the practice of saying that a person "happens to be black"? To me, that's right up there with "some of my best friends are ...". It is supremely condescending.

And I can say that. Some of my best friends happen to be writers.

Congrats again, Keef! Gravy is an excellent fetus name, but my favorite one ever was Cletus.

Cletus the fetus. Pure poetry.

Frankly, I'm just surprised that a review of the book would give away the ending. I was able to avoid all reviews, including this one, until I read the book, so I wasn't spoiled at all. But it seems to me that giving away the ending is just not what a review is supposed to be about. Ms. Miller stayed quiet about several key plot points, but that Harry lives? That really shouldn't be in any review this early.

I'm disappointed in Salon and Ms. Miller.

Cool. Bill O'Reilly is posting as "No Name Given" taking Luke's quote out of context and yelling at him for what he didn't say. Takes cohones. I'm impressed.

I enjoyed the article and the topic and appreciate similar articles in addition to the more edgy and political fare. And I can say that without belittling other readers or disparaging any of the hardworking writers that work for Salon. Imagine that.

Several years ago I went to a gay bar with my then boyfriend to meet some close friends of mine (a gay couple) for dinner. They were late so we just sat and had a drink. My ex sat there in his black jeans and black leather jacket, leaned back against the wall with his legs spread out and back against the bar looking for all the world like he was inviting someone to come hit on him. And he was. He was and is straight, but he can not get enough sexual attention and he really doesn't care if it's male attention or female.

That's what I get from this guy. Not gay, just desperate for attention and the way his wife dresses indicates that she doesn't try to challenge him for that attention. But now he wants her to be arm candy and make him look EVEN BETTER. I bet if she dresses up and gets some attention of her own, he'll be telling her that he liked the hippie look better.

Dating up or down? How shallow can you be? I dated a man that made less money than I do because he was funny and sweet and intelligent and phenomenally talented.

Oh, yeah, and HE was the successful one, not me. I have a regular, boring office job. He was a working musician in Nashville, well thought of by his peers and highly in demand for studio work and touring. He simply did not make as much money as I do.

How can the author of this article think that the measure of a man - or woman - has anything to do with earning power?