I really am a 13-year old at heart, aren't I folks? Only someone of that age or functioning on that age level could take as much glee in making a note of the cosmic conjunction of Christina Ricci wearing a tiny Alexander Wang dress as she waves around a wand from a Playstation Move dance game. Okay, fine. Inside me somewhere there is a relentlessly puerile adolescent giggling manically at any expression of sexuality expressed either directly or by subtleties. Sorry to tell you boring grown up types, but my condition is pretty much the standard for every other guy out there. At least I have a good vocabulary to go along with my jejune nature.