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Confession: I used to think David Beckham was cute… until I heard him speak. He’s got the squeakiest, funniest little voice you’ve ever heard! And what’s with the new eyebrow thing? Hey, Becks, Vanilla Ice called and he’d like his look back.

Very good article in Salon today on feminists and marriage. I always swore that I’d never do it, but I’ve been wavering in the years since college. Some of my best friends have gotten married and even I can’t deny that it was the right thing for them to do. They make it seem like the happiest decision they ever made. (Yes, Brigita, I include you in that group, even though your stressing freaks me out sometimes.) But how do I reconcile that with the fact that the very same institution is legally denied to some of my best friends, simply because they fall in love with people of the same gender? Not that I think any of them would resent me for making that choice, but personally I don’t know if I could do that. And I also know several happy couples who aren’t married, who have kids and do everything together without buying into the system. Is that any better? What do you guys think?

Happy Korean Liberation Day!

I’ve modified the code for my poll slightly, so now if you’ve voted, the next time you visit the site you’ll see the results right away on the main page. (It needs to reset your cookie, though, so you might have to wait til the next poll to see it.)

A good time was had by all at Alex’s birthday dinner last night. We headed to the Angelsea Arms, which is near Goldhawk Road in west London. Here are a few pictures from the event:

       

Snookums is going to be very sad. Danish pop group Aqua is disbanding.

Come on Barbie, let’s go party… Ah ah ah ah!

Only the bloody English would strike over teapots.

The Straight Dope tackles one of life’s great mysteries: who the hell invented “Rock Paper Scissors”? (Dig that “Princess Bride” reference at the end, too.)

New Poll: It’s a tad, uh, autobiographical. Just give me some advice, okay?

Pole dancin’ for charity. I’d make a lot of jokes about it, but that chick makes WAY more money than I do, so I won’t.