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Playboy: possibly evil, but occasionally funny, smart, and good.

A woman I can’t stop watching, even when I should.

Descending a particular stairway at a particular subway station, I didn’t remember how I used to feel. I felt it.

A quiz, with correct and incorrect answers.

Little girls in princess dresses saying “fuck” for feminism. Glenn Beck hates it, which is reason enough to love it.

I’ve been writing a lot lately — just not here.

A woman on the subway, described in obsessive, reverent detail.

A little numerical navel-gazing as I approach a milestone.

A headline with more entendres than it knows what to do with.

I’m not proud of this.