What's in a name? As a subject, I'm variable

The gender gaffe
SIR – As an intelligent, professional woman, I find the outcry against Harvard's president, Larry Summers, despicable (“Harvard's disgrace”, March 19th). Women are quick to say that men are pigs, unfaithful and can't ask for directions when driving; they take glee in findings that prove men are more prone to mental retardation, infant mortality and adolescent immaturity and are quick to crow about women's higher pain-thresholds and greater ability to multi-task (as if this proves that women are the stronger sex). But when Mr Summers merely hints that women may be less accomplished in some areas, he is automatically branded a sexist. The same people who protest against his comments are poorly-disguised fascists and, like the women's lib bra-burners of the sixties, have become facsimiles of the men they profess to despise.
Amanda Vermeulen
Johannesburg

Yay, the last word on feminism that I completely don't get as a concept but respect as an ideological expression!
Ok so not the last word, but it does stand up as a highly relevant specimen of curiosity inversion by an angle so acute it's obtuse. I'm not a maths major, how dare you! phaw!

No and we don't, sit watching episodes of Charmed all day, of demons and witches where does the fascination lie? In rhyming spells and balls of fire, vanquishing all in the name of truth, justice and the American way! K maybe not the last, *sulk*
In all reality, we spend much time worrying of the future, exams that must come, and other such anomalies that disturb us be not the better to write than say, and be not ehard so much as felt. Touch my aura, prick your finger, sleep and wait for thine prince. I'd cackle but then I'd need a tictac :-(

I like long flowing dresses. Said with a feeling of regret as the summer comes and the dresses fall apart to reveal, overpriced pieces of cloth. I wonder how large the discount on the bridal dress worn by Diana in HumTum was (A)
Ooh ooh, Hitchikers guide to the galaxy movie out soon, tragic that it's rated 15. Have I had this conversation before? Who am I talking to?! But now sis can't go see it. Tragic, as mentioned before, only this time there's more emphasis. Tragedy!
Also, Sin City, yay! I must re-assert my worries about the exams now. Really I do worry. Even now I've got windows open with Stiglitz ctiriques. Print away, dance puppets dance! I shall soon write a post dedicated to all my wonderful friendz. I shall also soon write one on vanity, for I owe it so, and just as conceivably shall I arrange for my round-the-world cruise. All withing a paltry budget of what a swing dance in the coco bongo will get you!

And now, in the name of lost memories, and charity-ransacked cartoon videos;

Hey Big Guy, you are my kind of Hero
Hey Big Guy, you are my Numbah One!
Hey Big Guy, I love the way you do the things you do!
Hey Big Guy, You Are My Number WUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
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