Suggestion for improvement

Cat: Mary, friend me and I'll friend you
Adam: I have a dream!.. where that offer would be "scratch me and I'll scratch you", and flists would be called scratching posts.

Erotica, Death, Feminism & Media

Erotica and death; a woman falling from a tall building, her skirt billowing around her like a Marilyn Monroe upside-down. Panic makes it seem like slow motion, beautiful movements in a dance that lasts moments, seconds, last seconds of a life. Morbid, fragile fascination. Her death is a scene. No one thinks about the person inside that body while it's sailing through the air, surrounded by a whirlpool of thin chiffon-y fabric. That is the price you pay for a visual-oriented mind. They only think of the poor dead woman when she's earth-bound again, and broken.