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Forget the quizzes — if your gut says something’s wrong, it is. Here’s what I actually find useful instead.

You’ve heard it before. But you’re wet, and you’re dressed as I asked, and you don’t see me yet.

Misogynist lyrics, rape porn, Robin Thicke, and the difference between censoring desire and changing culture.

A writer, a recovering addict, a TED talker — and my inexplicable, overwhelming physical reaction to her.

Curating the art of the breast shot, one theme at a time.

A woman on the subway, described.

Pre-teen girls taught me a new word at dinner. I like it. I’m thirsty.

How many of us are more than one person online, and why isn’t anyone studying this?

I’ve got a lot to be thankful for — family, material fortune, and, maybe most of all, the fact that I’ve mostly stopped being at war with myself.

Her ambivalence is rampant. Mine, vanquished.