“Bitches, bitches, physics makes us all its bitches”. Of Montreal have got it spot on, we really are physics’ bitches. We spend all day, every day obeying its rules, kissing its arse, and marvelling at the beautiful parabola one can create when one urinates in an unusually upward manner. But what about the humiliation? The disgrace? Being someone’s bitch is just plain rubbish, right? Not when the slap you get is both a particle and a wave at the same time, or when the energy inside you is dark and unexplainable. Being physics’ bitch is sexy and I love it.