I picked up a copy of Rolling Stone because someone asked me if I'd read the Sasha Grey profile in it, and I hadn't, but now I have. I feel like America has reached some kind of deep, profound moral nadir when even porn stories are boring.It's so ... timid. As if the only thing left to do once porn has gone mainstream (ha-ha, kidding!) is to just give into it and pop some Ambien and file a story written with all the laziness of a slow loris that only a frantically masturbating 13-year-old boy would bothering poring over before stickifying some soft-core photos taken by someone who had the great virtue of being the son of the publisher in a horrid, half-baked homage to Terry Richardson, which, if you think about it, is like taking a photograph of a simulacrum and then xeroxing it. I think someone said something like that to me once about something else. Whomever you are, I salute you.
Anyway, yawner. Don't waste your $5. Mostly, when it comes to the "DIRTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD" who is "liberating women one gangbang at a time" (oh golly gasp!), author Vanessa Grigoriadis does her usual kid gloves-handling of the subject at hand, stands around debating if all this DIRTIEST GIRLNESSING is a bad thing or a good thing, for a while, like, isn't sure, and then shrugs her shoulders like, whatever, and decides Grey may not be prone to smiling but is "not a victim."
Mmmm. OK! Thanks! That was awesome. Thank you for that tour of the sausage factory that did not include a visit to the abattoir. Better luck next time. On the other hand, forget it. You couldn't handle the sausage.
