Let’s look at something wholesome instead. This is an axolotl.
Coarse, crude, vulgar, crass–yeah, that’s our popular culture. That’s the toxic waste dump we all have to live in.
It has gotten a little more toxic with the publication of movie has-been Demi Moore’s autobiography, which I prefer not to mention by name, lest I be accused of helping her sell it.
In this… book… she claims to regret “taking the virginity” of some celebrity I never heard of. Years ago. So he comes out of the woodwork to say she’s wrong, he lost his virginity in high school.
Why would anybody write such things, for thousands of strangers to read? Is this supposed to prove Demi is a sex queen? Who wants to know a thing like that? What if we don’t want to be dragged into the bedroom, or the back seat of a crummy car, or wherever, with this pair of bucket-mouths? Well, yeah, we can always not read the book. But what better book was bumped out of the way so this garbage could be published?
Personal liberty–some people haven’t got the foggiest idea what to do with it.