Catching up. Spent last Friday with my best friend, Gwennie, watching late nite TV and drinking truly puke-worthy quantities of soy-based cappacino.
By about 1AM, we started noticing some really blatant changes in the quality of the commercial-break material. You know, as if that stuff is ever any good. But it was just getting DIRTY.
I didn't find that part offensive. I enjoyed the guy-on-guy stupidity of "Heat Strokes," and "Dude, I lost my pants." Trying to be studs, and not a girl to be seen. Anywhere.
The thing that bugged me was the blatant lack of creativity in the girl-porn. I mean, I'm sure it sells really well -- but does that mean they can just stop trying? The names were like, "Girls gone wild," or "Extreme Coeds." Come on.
I have some suggestions (as a post-modernist feminist who can talk about this stuff tongue firmly in cheek and not in somebody's pants -- lost or otherwise):
Bushmasters! (Simple, but solid)
Dude, I lost my thong (up my ass!)
Come on! (why not?)
Hmm. Never mind. I'm not cut out for porn. Not even 2AM-cable-porn. Sigh.