So.... I didn't go crazy with posting desktop collages the other day. Not at all. I'm perfectly sane; I don't know why you say that. Mwahaha.

Ok, quick funny story about how you know you've been at VC too long. The other day at the bookstore, Erica came by the desk with a handful of Maxim magazines saying that she was pulling them because they were way too inappropriate. The cover read (something like): "The Hottest Women! The Nastiest Sex!" I said, naturally, "That's awful! Women aren't the nastiest sex! Besides, it should be 'nastier' because there are only two." :) Everybody laughed at me, especially me.

If you don't get it, shoot me an email and I'll hook you up with Rebecca's copy of Where Did I Come From? Or Judith Butler, if it's the other way round. :) Course, Butler would argue that there are no such thing as sexes, so it wouldn't much matter.

Which reminds me of a wonderful Punch cartoon which Lydia Murdoch cited on a syllabus:
"A new fear my bossom vexes:
Tomorrow there may be no sexes!"

Which then leads me to Noel Coward, and I'm a lost cause.