Unlicensed Pornography 2

Post-coital Tristesse: Are you feeling violated, like you’ve repeatedly been the victim of some heinous, perverted molestation too gruesome to detail? Does the term gang rape fill you with a new-found sense of disgust? Do you feel as though you’ve been tossed out of Eden, your innocence lost, virtue corrupted, soul shattered? Do you feel empty despite the abundance of consumer goods that fill your shelves, stock your pantries, furnish your chambers, and entertain your senses? If so, there may be hope for you. If not, you’re a sl*t. If you feel like you’ve come away with a bad case of the clap, don’t be surprised. You did it to yourself. Now go home and put on your big boy pants or your big girl panties. There’s work to be done and you’re not helping. Let’s face it, most people are sheep. You can be like that, or you can take responsibility for ennobling the human condition by seeing through the bull! It’s your choice to make. Bon soir, mon ami.