I want this article to put a saddle on my back and hit me with a riding crop. Never have I read an author trying so desperately to create a sympathetic character when there was none.

First, this chica is pregnant... but doesn't want it to interfere with her schooling! Priorities, priorities... There was a point not so long ago in this society that having an out of wedlock child would have been the equivalent of social suicide. Jesus, it'll suck, but drop out for a semester and get a fucking abortion!

When the hell did "Well, I'll just shoot a quick porn video for the money" enter into the equation? I've needed money before, and I never said to myself, "Well, I'll just look in the paper for some gay video company that's hiring." Sell blood! Sell your baby! Sell your fertile ovarian treasures! Sell one of your kidneys at the local Chinese laundry!

So to make some quick cash she calls up the lovely gentleman that knocked her up... and who took the money anyway! This woman will wind up with a gold dog collar in a Saudi prince's mansion by the time she's 25, if she's anything to look at.

As for the schlups behind Ox Ideas, if you can't proudly put your name behind your work, start pushing a cart selling hot dogs or something.

And on that note, ChickenMaster, you sickening defector from the glorious epoch of Fascism, I quote the master: "We are tired of a government without a first name, a hind name, and a street address."

We never forgive our traitors. I have emblazoned your name on the razor-spiked jock strap we will use for your homecoming party.