Yesterday, I asked Sexist readers for the worst pick-up lines you've ever heard, and boy did you deliver. Your would-be suitors have tried everything from "I'm Tony. I have a dildo this big [holds hands an improbable distance apart] that vibrates in 17 different directions, and when you're done, you can light your cigarette with it" to "You [...]

Yesterday, I received a copy of Julie Klausner's new dating memoir, "I Don't Care About Your Band: What I Learned from Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Felons, Faux-Sensitive Hipsters, and Other Guys I've Dated" in the mail from Amazon. Actually, I received two copies of Klausner's book—I seem to have made a horrible misstep in [...]