The last decade has seen American media drawn to the glowing charm of straight women paired dynamically (or in this case, disturbingly) with gay men, like a moth to a flame(r). [Sorry, no more puns, I promise.]

As college co-eds around the globe gussy up their dorm rooms with this year's perfect patterned comforter and anxiously-intimate extra-long sheets, Mary B. takes to the intrawebs and a mailbag full of questions from the queers getting their undergraduate education on.

While most tipsters will dole out the usual advice like, 'Buy used books,' 'Save your quarters,' and 'Sign in your tardy friend on the attendance sheet for Good College Karma 101,' Mary B. gets into the all important gay matter.

The homoacademics have asked, and she answered.

A few weeks ago, I penned a rather presumptuous column about gay best friends and the inevitable attempts at benefits therein.

It's Friday the 13th and that means it's time to talk about something that irrationally frightens too many people: feminist theory.

While some folks would prefer to sit in the safety of sunshine, wearing a protective wreath of garlic rather than encounter a living, breathing feminist [Lock the doors!!] I'm going to ride this summer's wave of Twi-hard vampire popularity, Shark Week, and August's historically fright-friendly Friday to get your blood pumping for the greater good AND the fairer sex.

[Turn off the lights and assume the position.]