The Morning After, an irregular roundup of the tabs lain open and neglected in Firefox after a week when fortune and folly took us. Enjoy, and don’t forget: the future of sex includes you, too.
Debauchette returns, with this on Gawker’s sex worker obsession of late:
The fact of the matter is that this kid, who’s coming from the land of the snarkiest, decided to slum it up by soliciting the services of a prostitute who didn’t understand English, who was beholden to an agency, who was getting paid very little and was most likely expected to work through the evening. Then Stein wrote it up to be posted among short, sharp rants on hipsters and celebrity.
Susannah Breslin’s at work on a new novel, and it seems like none of the usual porny suspects will be happy with it (called Happy), because, she explains:
In this post-feminist era, some sex pundits have promoted the idea that “porn is good,” but what some pro-porn post-feminists have failed to do is discern between porn the product and porn the industry. As long time readers of this blog know, I have spent some time around the adult movie industry. A decade ago, I entered that world with the same assumptions as the pro-porn post-feminists. Over the years, my attitude changed. Eventually, I began referring to the porn industry as a meat grinder for the human condition. In my opinion, it is a lot to ask someone to get fucked in the ass for a living.
In Myanmar, panties have become protest:
A pro-democracy group based in the northern Thai city of Chiang Mai is urging people all over the world to “post, deliver or fling” their undergarments to Myanmar’s international embassies.
“The Burma military regime is not only brutal but very superstitious. They believe that contact with a woman’s panties or sarong can rob them of their power,” the Lanna Action for Burma group said on its website.
The US Supreme Court is hearing arguments on whether or not hypothetical possession of child porn constitutes actual possession of child porn, and Slate is there reporting:
It takes several more minutes of these bizarre hypos before Justice Samuel Alito—the newest member of the court and thus perhaps the most in touch with reality—points out that most people just don’t randomly receive child porn in the mail, nor do real schoolchildren do a brisk trade in the stuff.
Hypermicroblogging service Twitter, according to the Times, is love:
[Chris Messina] described how in April he and his partner, Tara Hunt, “had a big fight after we’d been drinking and then she Twittered that she was leaving me.” Because her message went out very late, most of the Twitter users who read the posts were in Australia. Many e-mailed Ms. Hunt to ask what happened. Those messages helped persuade the couple to reconsider. “I don’t know what might have happened if people who care about us (for reasons I can’t necessarily fathom) didn’t intervene and diffuse the situation,” Mr. Messina wrote in an e-mail message.
Warren Ellis lovingly donkey punches us Americans for how we broke sex:
This is how you know you’re living in the future: when the pornography bears no earthly resemblance to sex as even the filthiest of us know it. You may as well be renting DVDs of aliens fucking. And America, as Martin Amis once said, is where they road-test the future.
And if that’s all too sad to sex to, don’t blame me, as you can just get yourself off then: