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There’s something missing in this article about the advent of romantic erotica. Is it mentioning of explicit sex?

No, the article covers that.

Discussion of self-confident heroines with adventurous sexual appetites? Yup.

Hmmm. Creation of erotica imprints from established publishing houses? Yeah, that’s in there.

So what’s missing from this article?

Could it be ANY MENTION WHATSOEVER of Ellora’s Cave? Hello?! “Berkley was a pioneer with its Heat line last May”??!! Are you kidding me?

Gee whiz. For a million-dollar genre, you’d think the writer would find reference to EC quick enough in her research. Of course, it is USA Today, which Hubby and I call “McNews.” Perhaps I ask too much.

Nah, I don’t. To write about the popularity of erotica and not mention EC? That was boneheaded, no pun intended.

A few days late, and I apologize - the PowerBook, it was not so full of the Power this weekend. It was more full of Things that Annoy Sarah. But Duchess Cuntington tolerates no crap from her subordinates, and we are back in business - the business of bestowing wicked awesome titles on the winners of contests.

So, kneel, or just relax a bit, Jeri Smith Ready, and arise with your new title:

Congratulations and good job on the contest! 

This video is gayer than two gay men having sex, and that’s pretty gay.

I mean it. Just when you think it can’t get any more gay, IT DOES.

Seriously. It has Kurt Browning, Alexei Yagudin, John Zimmerman and assorted other ice skaters wiggling, writhing and pumping in tight-ass cowboy outfits. To the remixed version of Elvis’s “A Little Less Conversation.”

In summary: GAY. Hot as hell, and gay, gay, gay.

(Update: Broke my poor little Catfoodguide server, but bless JT for uploading ze video to Youtube.)

All hail Robin for correctly guessing the answer to this week’s Lonely Heart contest! Now, kneel, Robin (though I’d be wary of bending over, if I were you), for we now dub thee:

Today’s personal ad contest is somewhat inspired by our recent amnesia romance synopsis contest. You know the score: The first person to give us the correct title, author and heroine’s name will find yourselves the proud bearer of a Smart Bitch aristocratic title--a prospect that would make anyone pee in their pantaloons, to be sure.

Love-Addled Fool
Tall, feisty, republican blonde chick with even taller, feistier, republican-ier brothers seeks big, robust man who can keep up with her but not boss her around. Mild retardation resulting from a kick in the head from a horse OK, but if you’re a redcoat...well, I’ll still totally hump you in the hayloft, but our love will be doomed, DOOMED, I tell you. Love of violin music a definite plus.