This afternoon, I was in traffic behind a Quest minivan. Like any good family car, it had child seats in the back, visible in silhouette. What set this family car apart from the crowd was a sticker on the back door, reading "Pornstar." Lest there be any confusion as to whether this appellation described the car or its owner, on the glass above there was another sticker, of a curvaceous woman.
Posted by Shokufeh at January 21, 2004 07:53 PMblech. that's all i have to say.
Posted by: delara at January 22, 2004 07:04 AMYeah, double-yuck. Though it reminds me of something...I've been reading pussyranch.blogspot.com. It's the blog of a sex worker, specifically a peep show girl, who is, oddly enough, a former co-worker of mine (from her old corporate slave days, honest). She's a very witty writer, and I'm sort of wishing she'd attended the "Sex Mart" holiday party...because it's an event where employees bring their families, kids and all. I'm sure she would have documented it well, but she was holding down the fort, so to speak, that day. Such a strange subculture.
Posted by: Sharyn at January 22, 2004 04:34 PMThat would be too strange for me, I think - reading about the new sex-oriented life of a former coworker.
Posted by: shokufeh at January 26, 2004 08:05 AMI know what you mean. It is somehow better that she's someone I don't know very well at all. She was my co-worker in that when the company decided to have everyone play musical chairs, her department moved to the floor mine had been on, and vice versa. I only know who she is, and found out about her blog, through some mutual acquaintances. But she really is a brilliant writer. And she's currently working on a book.
Posted by: Sharyn at January 26, 2004 10:06 AM