If I were you, I wouldn't read this...

...article referenced by Ann Althouse. If you read the comments, and I urge you not to, you may be transported to The Assembly of Women, where you should be a spectator, shrieking with laughter at Aristophanes' misguided jab at Socrates and instead are wringing your clammy hands. Dread is seeping through your pores. The sky is turning purplish-grey.

What you're watching is a reality show.

Next to you is your smiling lover. You return her smile, weakly. You are sure you are not related to her.

Aren't you?