just recently we've had kim kardashian, screech and keeley hazel; back a couple of years ago it was paris and chyna; now on the way out are random chicks from american idol and the hills.

six degrees of seperation between these people: they're all fucking nobodies. at least when the pam flick dropped there was some kind of anticipation there, but after paris' movie every two-bit pr agency thinks it's being edgy and devious by getting their client to surreptitiously film a sextape that is then "accidently" released.

it's clear though that a sextape does not guarantee a career as anything other than a leno punchline. who knew who the fuck kim kardashian was before her tape? who cared about the tape until they heard she got pissed on? once vivid "cut" the pissing, who cared fullstop? the porn market is saturated enough without a d-grade semi-hot girl fucking in the dark with camera work resembling that of a student film.

essentially, what i'm saying is: wake me when a well-lit, jules jordan directed scarlett johansson sextape is released. word.