Sometimes I hate the New York Times

There are a lot of things that I like about the Times. Their wide breadth of international affairs reporting, their in-depth look at facets of life often under-covered, and their website which makes our local rags look like something managed by AEGA.

But sometimes they suck. Those times are when they have artsy movie reviews of shitty comedy movies, and try to analyze the social aspects of porn when I just want to say enough.

Porn is awesome. I'm on record with that. But we don't need it to be socially acceptable. I talk about porn all the time (much to chagrine of Ms. Shakleford and others who are "socially able"). I enjoyed the public screening of Pirates II. But if it's socially acceptable, then things get awkward. Then I walk down the street and see Madeline Albright wacking off, and I lose my lunch. I think about porn in the New York Times as something like when the Discovery Channel used to show african lady boobies. That was pretty gross, and in no way arousing.

So New York Times, let's stay away from porn ok? I need my private spank bank time, and it sure as hell isn't going to come while I step out for a "smoke".