His leg was shattered, and his penis was permanently damaged. He was, to put it bluntly, a short, fat science fiction nerd. His name is Buddy Slade Patrick Wilson. Was this review helpful? Clearly, reality has not caught up with this woman. She lives alone in an unkempt Minneapolis apartment with her dog, an adorable Pomeranian, who she carries around yet doesn't seem to love unconditionally. Legally, technologically, and historically grounded, American Privacy concludes with a call for Congress to recognize how innovation and infringement go hand-in-hand, and a challenge to citizens to protect privacy before it is lost completely. Mavis decides to return to her hometown and reclaim her lost love. We might even take a little pleasure in watching it fade over the course of just a few days. Although she gets by financially, she does not live the glamorous life of a successful author. Who does she think she is, coming into town hoping to destroy a marriage and family? She makes herself so alluring that she looks strikingly out of place — a slinky black dress with a low neckline, fancy jewelry, a neat manicure and pedicure, perfectly applied makeup, an attractive 'do enhanced by a hairpiece. He's certainly not at his worst; that would have been when he was first beaten. Why can't Mavis see that he's happy as he is? When she finally reunites with Buddy, it's at a Chili's-type restaurant; she would have preferred the bar they used to hang out at, but he's a father now, and he has to be home by a certain time. Emotionally, she was stunted as a teenager; to this day, she wakes up every morning with a hangover. And isn't it funny that she's only noticing him now, when he's far from his best?