Just some thoughts...free to add you own shit when necessary.
Porn seminars: Sunday night...on C-SPAN2, there was a seminar of Pamela Paul's book "Pornified," which favors regulaton of porn. 'Seminar' is academic codetalk for "mouth diarrhea," and this was no exception. The only thing they found out is that the didn't find out anything, like
one giant stupid Möbius Strip. I thought NYU students would be a little more lucid when trying to talk about every twenty-something's favorite topic (sex), but these Catherine Orenstein wannabes could muster no better than a "I've got 15 comments and a question," followed by 2 minutes of half-sentences they thought they remembered from their favorite professor's lecture last week. 'um, like, the anachronistic agency developed in, like, couples porn supercedes the..." Fuck you idiots.
It doesn't help that this obscenity-laced discussion was on "government TV," either. The
federales go after a smut peddler, and then let some
writer get off his "big black cocks" and "anal sex this...anal sex that" comments. All C-SPAN does is to throw up a graphic 5 second later saying, You may find some of this offensive. What the Fuck, Chuck?
Ron Jeremy, master debater: The Hedgehog was due to make another appearance at a local college to deplore his porn career choice. I don't know how Ron got on the speaking circuit but I know where it got big: the Oxford Debating Union. Ron and a bunch of limeys rehashing all the old (bad) porn jokes as they decided whether or not porn was bad for you (umm...NO). I remember being on the debate team in high school, it sucked. After you finished all you regular homework, you had to do your debate team homework. Debaters believe that almost every facet of humanity ultimately leads to nuclear warfare. Ron trading words with some Oxford prick is about as watchable as his porn from 1984 onward...or his 2 a.m. ExtenZe commercials.
Bridgette back out/Kami back in: Shouldn't this be the other way around? Maybe it will in a few months, but this juxtaposition sucks. Bridgette, the lying sack of shit that she is, ought to own up to her porn life and maximize it. Weren't we calling her the 'anal queen' a few years back? She's the early 2000s anal-porn version of John the Baptist. Until Rachel Luv comes back and plays her role of "donkey punchette,"
this is one of the last legends/archetypes we have. Why should Bridgette find religion when Kami Andrews, who admits she's got the spark of a used up Delco FreedomLite, tries to get back in front of the camera? I've never seen her directorial work, but I've seen her pre-porn/in-porn pictures and the drugs have exacted a heavy toll.
If she wants to be an internet poster...fine...she's good at it. But either get behind the camera or out of the biz. Maybe in between scenes someone can 'splain you how to open a checking account.
then/now
Kami, that first photo is so hot, I could rub one out four times a day thinking of it. Get back to your grounds, girl.
david/sonicjetblast/applesaucer/etc/etc: the most monotonous poster ever. Whether or not he's a porn director, he's a mental midget, and I doubt Missy Monroe would blow this one. Even smartt/second smartt/william calhoun are modestly creative when one of them is put on the sidelines for a weekend.
JC's Girls. These "religious" women were seen at AEE on each of the four days. Did these allegedly devoted whores remember that that weekend was the Solemnity of the Epiphany, and a Holy Day of Obligation (i.e., no work and mandatory mass)? Padre Stone, I'm guessing you did not hear their confessions that weekend. Whatever, I'd still fuck those sinners.
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