Hey girls! (Boys, hide your eyes.) Apparently Procter & Gamble are developing high tech, interactive panty liners that will tell you when you’re going to get your period, when you’re ovulating, if you’re pregnant, and if you have an infection. (Sounds nuts, but true!) The only problem I have with this idea is that women are going to be persuaded into wearing panty liners every day. That’s insane – nobody does that! So while it sounds like some great breakthrough for feminine health, it’s actually just a giant cash cow in the making for Always and Tampax. I’ve posted a much longer rant on this article at Plastic. (Okay boys, you can open your eyes now.)

Salon’s music critics pick the 10 most paranoid songs of all time. #7 is “Private Eyes” by Daryl Hall and John Oates, which was the inspiration for my sister’s weblog.

Ooh! The one-sheet poster for Bridget Jones’s Diary is out! I’m getting a very good vibe from this film. I read somewhere that they tested it with an English audience and it scored higher approval ratings than any other film, even Notting Hill. I just re-read the book last weekend in anticipation for the movie. I realized, though, that the two males leads are, like, NEVER in the same scene together. In fact, Mark Darcy (i.e. Colin Firth) is barely in it at all! I wonder if his billing before Hugh Grant reflects an enlargement of the role. I hope so. Mmmm, Darcy-licious.

Elie Wiesel was apparently involved in the Marc Rich pardon. WHAT? The Nobel Prize winner? This just gets weirder and wierder. I wrote off a lot of people’s complaints about the Rich affair simply because I thought they were just slamming Clinton as usual. It looks like the truth is more complicated than I thought. And it doesn’t look good, Bill.

Modern Humorist sums up all my feelings towards Kate Hudson with this (sadly imaginary yet all too real) quote following her Oscar nomination: “”I just screamed! Then I giggled. Then I flounced about in a quirky, offbeat playful way with a daffy, loopy grin. So did my mom!”

I’ve been wanting to get a digital camera for a while now… and articles like this make me think I definitely should. My sister used to work in photo-processing and — while she herself only handled the film canisters and not the prints — she would occasionally tell me about pictures that her boyfriend (who did work with the prints) had seen. *shudder* Not that I’m takin’ nekkid pictures or anything, but the idea of skeevy high schoolers looking at my stuff creeps me out.

I’ve seen this link to “Things my girlfriend and I have argued about” before and simply skipped over it, thinking that it was probably non-funny crap. But today, on a whim, I clicked. And oh Lordy, is it ever hilarious. Seriously.

Some chick at my university tried to defend Indiana in the campus newspaper. (Most of the student body come from elsewhere and slagging off the Hoosier State is a popular pasttime.) As a Hoosier myself, I defend Indiana all the time. I disagree with her on two points though: A) Corn rocks, and B) Most people from Indiana do not have street smarts (with the notable exception of those unfortunate enough to grow up in Gary or Indianapolis). That’s not to say we can’t ever acquire them, but growing up outside of big cities pretty much limits your opportunities to cultivate them at a young age. Heck, my town only had one stoplight. I understand the writer’s frustration, but even I admit that northern Indiana isn’t exactly the cultural center of the world (which is why I’m outta there).

Hey! Check it out! Tambre Paster, a junior aerospace engineer and fellow Weasel, just became the first African-American drum major in University history! (Hey, Liz, she was in your section, wasn’t she?) CONGRATULATIONS, TAMBRE!