It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

Bechdel Test, was named for the comic strip it came from, penned by Alison Bechdel - but Bechdel credits a friend named Liz Wallace, so maybe it really should be called the Liz Wallace Test...? Anyway, the test is much simpler than the name. To pass it your movie must have the following: a) there are at least two named female characters, who b) talk to each other about c) something other than a man.

Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.

If there was ever a bigger pansy than my father, it was Marcel Proust.

The writing is hard, and the drawing is fun. It's very satisfying to see a drawing start to come together.

I never really read superhero stuff as a kid.