This is so boring as to be mind-boggling. Blah blah blah, the LA Times, "Dust-Up," pits pornographer John Stagliano, blah blah blah, against law professor from Pepperdine, blah blah blah, for big obscenity debate. Two dudes spend a week writing emails to each other online for us all to see in which they dissect the hardcore, pornographic subject matter like two surgeons poking at a half-dead body. I read shit like this and my eyes glaze over. Blah blah blah: Pepperdine guy calls for some kind of decency. Blah blah blah: Stagliano gets his knickers in a twist and defends his right to make squirt movies. The premise is ridiculous and the consequences are retarded. Are you fucking me? I mean, really? Is this 1981? Are we still debating this crap? Haven't we been through this already? I thought we could talk about something more interesting like, say, why everyone is so interested in shit like this. The fact of the matter is a recent obscenity case is what led to this pseudo-intellectual debate in the LA Times, and the only reason that story became such a big one is that America couldn't get enough of a story about scat videos. What America wants is more of what they came here for, whatever it is they haven't yet seen, and that's what these stories are really about: fucking, squirting, shitting. The story here isn't obscenity law. It's what's obscene. And our refusal to admit that fact, to see it, to address it--well, that's obscene.
