“Without a doubt, the business model of network television is suffering from competition with other channels who operate with fewer content restrictions,” says Robert Thompson, a professor of popular culture and television at Syracuse University. “This country’s obsession with not uttering naughty words and not talking about s-e-x is borderline psychotic. Strike that, it is psychotic.”
While the major networks struggle to create compelling content that meets the FCC’s rigid decency standards, HBO, Showtime and AMC have pumped out profitable hits such as The Sopranos, Sex & The City, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Weeds and Mad Men — shows that could not exist on broadcast television. And not only is the public accepting of the adult content, many people pay to watch it.
Could a Little Indecency Save Network TV?
Though it’s worth noting that it’s also scared advertisers concerned with content, not just the FCC.
(via rickyv)
When you go to other countries, sometimes there are SWEARS and NAKED PEOPLE on broadcast television!!! The downside is that your head bursts into flames and you get cancer.
(via dalasverdugo)
So I was asked to do a reading.
A sex-ay reading.
My friend, fellow blogger and fine human being, Carly Milne, is curator/emcee of the West Coast version of NYC-based In the Flesh: people getting together to listen to other people do readings that are in some way, shape or form of an adult nature.
Now, I am a big ham from waaaay back, so I can’t say “no” to stage time, much less stage time offered me by so nice a gal as Carly. Plus Nina Hartley was on the bill. Nina Hartley, she of adult film fame, and more importantly to me, of Boogie Nights, one of my fave films ever (and the first film I ever bought on DVD!)
I had to do it; I didn’t know what to do. So I did the logical thing: I went into my blog stats for communicatrix-dot-com, found all the sex-related search strings that had brought people to my blog, and wrote a song using them.
That’s it, above. There’s a lot of me talking, so if you wanna get down to business and skip the patter, just start at about 3:20 in.
What this reminded me? That I have performance in my blood. Just do. Just love it.
Always will.
Genius designer and expert curse-word user Aaron Draplin on why America is fucked (design-wise, although yeah, it points to a much larger issue.) Click the screenshot to watch this teaser from Jess Gibson’s docu.
There probably aren’t enough Draplins to counteract the fuckedness of the fuckers who are fucking up this country, so the rest of us fuckers just have to link to him more. (via excellent designer Spencer Cross on the kernspiracy list)
If I were a right-wing blogger, and I found out that Barack Obama was wearing Ferragamo loafers that cost $520, I would spend about 50% of my waking hours making sure everyone knew this. I would mock him for being an out-of-touch elitist and make jokes like, “If you think that’s a lot, you should see how much his purse costs ” I would send the link to Drudge and wait for Instapundit to pick it up, and then watch gleefully as Fox News ran segments about how Barack Obama’s $500 loafers vitiate his entire economic platform.
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But of course, I’m not a right-wing blogger. And the $520 shoes belong to John McCain. And frankly, I don’t think how much his shoes cost matters one whit for how he’d govern the country.
This magnificent sample is a microcosm of the wonderfulness to be found at I’m Learning to Share. On the surface, it’s just good, kitschy fun. But when you start to dig in, there are rich veins of anthropological information, among other weirdnessness.
Take, for example, the little white labels on all the books. Did the stylist check 400 books out of the library to do this shoot? There is no hardware in evidence on the young lady’s hand, yet the title of the album would have us believe this is music for the quotidian day. Is she at the swingin’ bachelor library pad on a Wednesday, dressed up like that? Or is it her house? Who’s giving whom the drink, here? (Click here for the large version.)
Every post on this blog is filled with such riches. And the author is wildly knowledgeable about a diverse group of cultural fringedwellers and superstars alike. (via baikinange, who is no slouch herself)
