Introducing comments

I am a big chicken, and when I first started this blog, I didn't want to deal with comments. Too many horror stories out there about women bloggers being harrassed, not for their ideas, but for their looks, and, well, I am notoriously plain and old. I figured that approximately one person was reading it anyway, and she writes me almost every day. A second person has now looked at the blog and is somewhat fumfered that it does not allow comments. It had not occurred to me that this person, or anyone else non-hostile, would want to comment. But I suppose I ought to allow comments and see what happens. For now I am moderating them, to limit the damage to innocent civilians. After a few weeks of inactivity, I'll probably take down the moderating. Or the comments.
In the meantime, I have been reminded of a discussion I once had with this second person (Hi, Dave!) about Margaret Atwood's story of asking a classroom of undergraduates what their greatest fear was in going on a date. The men said, "being laughed at." The women said, "being murdered." In honor of which, I must link to the delightful this: Schrodinger's Rapist.