Real life just threw a ton of work at me. I will get to the rant-by-design by Monday. I doubt my rant or any of the points you folk made will permeate the impenetrable skull of anyone so primitive as to believe this many people all do anything for the same reasons, but we can give it a shot anyway. I noticed the anti-slasher is now wielding the faulty logic of confusing the writer and the story. Oy.

Speaking of the writer and the story, does anyone remember what those long Popsicles were called -- the ones from my ever-receding childhood? They weren't the two sticks in one standard Popsicle, but were a single round notably phallic one? Am I remembering right in thinking they were called the Big Stick? Or am I being even more notably phallic?

If she's reading this, my beta Annie will be laughing because she'll know why I'm asking. :)