Have a Heart! Legally, I Must Explain Organ Donation to My 7-Year-Old.

Getting a child’s informed consent to donate their organs is as much fun as it sounds.

The Answer to Your Question Is: “‘Cause No-One Gives a S**t.”

When in doubt, writes Kenny Bodanis, divide the world into two groups: Those who don’t give a s**t about you, and those who do.

It’s Time the Paralympics Loses its Prefix.

Kenny Bodanis covered the Paralympic Games, and sees in them a manifestation of the Olympic spirit well beyond the “normal” Olympics.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder. Then it Causes an Infarction.

Kenny Bodanis muses on the mixed joys of being away from one’s family.

Parents, It’s Never Too Late for a PhD! (Unless It’s After 8pm.)

Kenny Bodanis points out that continuing your education as a parent is easier said than done.

Sexism and Sports: Just the Way We Want It.

Sex, Size, and Money: the three reasons men and women rarely face one another in a sports arena.
Sexism, Prejudice, and Stodginess: the three reasons things won’t change even if they could.

Men are allowed to Complain! (Even if We Don’t Give Birth)

Kenny Bodanis argues that men have some legitimate medical complaints to make.

There’s Another Term for Squeaky Wheels: Crazy People.

Kenny Bodanis analogizes squeaky wheels to the humans who produce equally annoying sounds.

If We All had a Month to Live, Disney World Would Rake it In.

Kenny Bodanis contemplates an apocalypse spent with the Mouse.

Can the True Blood Gang Glamour my Kids?

Sure, they’re the blood-sucking undead, but do they babysit?

Control Your Vice, Please. Part 1: Get a Leash for Your Dog!

Kenny Bodanis feels that there is a basic etiquette to dog ownership, and it is really not that complicated.

Everyone’s Got Their Own Favorite Smut

Kenny Bodanis asks: does it make any sense to call something porn if it’s a picture, but erotica when it’s words?

It’s None of Your Damn Business That I’m Not Gay.

Kenny Bodanis is tired of being asked if he’s “that way” or just seems that way.

For the Love of Serena, Will Someone Phuleeze Get Me Pregnant?!

If men were to bear children, we would survive the process. Why? How? For the same reason women do: we’d have to. One does what one must when one desires something enough, like children for instance. Or medical school; or becoming a pole vaulter.