I love 'fun-loving MJ'. I've always liked that aspect of her character - that she really does her best to enjoy life and keep those around her happy. Left alone on a Saturday night while hubby's out webslinging? No worries - she'll go out dancing on her own! Peter's in the dumps about how his career's going nowhere? Time to doff her top and suggest a few pictures for their 'private collection'! And if she's speaking in Stan-the-Man-slang, it's even better! There are times when I hate that comics have to modernize themselves to keep from being dated - it'd be great if MJ could still call people 'daddy-o' and alliterate like mad. (It'd also be nice if Lois Lane's little niece Susie was still one of Superman's main antagonists, and Batman still took the time to enjoy himself during a fight every now and again. And as long as I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony. ... Wait - no, I wouldn't. I'd like a monkey! A FLYING monkey! A giant flying monkey with wings that I could ride piggyback on! Infested with gigantic friendly talking lice that dressed like stewardesses and served my favorite root beer! OK, I'll stop now.)