Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
I’d write on Ford’s funeral, which seemed to be somewhat ostentatious, but I’m afraid that if I mix Ford and Funeral in a post, it will trigger two or more male webloggers into getting into a fight in my weblog comments.
I figured that some word combinations act as a form of literary contra-pheromone, inspiring verbal fisticuffs rather than warm feelings of comradery. I’m desperately trying to find the word combinations that trigger wanting to love me or each other. I know that Google is one of them, but I can’t quite find the rest.