I can't believe you published that piece of crap Jill wrote when I just sent you a rant, which sucked, but was better than that drivel. Jesus Christ, I hate the stupid "not if you were the last man on the planet" theme. It's been done. It's been done so much the horse is dust. Please. What's so unique about this? Some stretch in timeliness because India capped off a few fireworks under their backyard? Just because of the Mad Max setting are we supposed to ignore the feeble plagiarism of already played unattainable-woman rant? Have you read Darwin? The Evolution of the Species. Men wouldn't have the characteristics they do now if not for women's acceptance of them in the past. Evolution is alive and well and thriving right now. For every idiot frat boy whose line you'd like to see die out soon, there is the bimbo sorority girl whose going to make sure it doesn't; provided she gets too him before he funnels his way into the grave. And they will call him Biff or Bambi and it will start all over again. So Jill, do us all a favor, don't write on their level. If you don't own a sweatshirt with three identical Greek letters or at least some combination containing Pi and Phi, leave this particular whine to those who can think of nothing better. And Will, you should be ASHAMED! Call yourself an English major do you? You know and I know that this rant is the equivalent of the "What I did on my Summer Vacation" essay. It's a spiteful act to foist it upon us, but that doesn't justify it.

F. Amos Jester