When we finish a book, why do we hold it in both hands and gaze at it as if it were somehow alive?

When an attractive but ALOOF ("cool") man comes along, there are some of us who offer to shine his shoes with our underpants. There are thousands of scientific concepts as to why this is so, and yes, yes, it's very sick but none of this helps.

The only reason we find structure in stories is because it's there naturally in human interaction, and in the way that people tell stories.

For horror movies, color is reassuring because, at least in older films, it adds to the fakey-ness.

These are very confusing times. For the first time in history a woman is expected to combine: intelligence with a sharp hairdo, a raised consciousness with high heels, and an open, nonsexist relationship with a tan guy who has a great bod.

You keep seeing your picture on posters that you are missing but you're not. That'd be weird, right? Or say you look down at the sidewalk and earthworms are spelling your name. Or you open a peanut bag and the 'hello' is written in your writing on the inside of the shell. Would that weird ya?

Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid?