Backstage Porn, and Virgin Conversations

Before I begin - a little update on the student email saga:

I followed my reply with another email telling him/her that I gave the idea serious consideration, and to be in class on Friday to see my decision. I also apologised for the somewhat stern tone my previous email took, and explained why. I hope he/she understands.

Really.

In other news: I'm not much of an artist, or an art lover for that matter. Where people see wonderful Cubist, Impressionist, Realist, or abstract masterpieces, I see a painting, or a square, someone's uterus or a splotch of red on green. Photography on the other hand, is slightly easier to appreciate. There are those photos that somehow just ooze personality, and more importantly, story.

You can find some here (Link). Warning though, this is NSFW.

Photographer Elyse Butler manages to convey what happens backstage in the porn industry masterfully, without overly glamourising or trying to project some sort of a gritty underbelly to the proceedings. When I first got whiff of this gallery (from BoingBoing of course) I was literally blown away (yes, laugh).

Not that I'm justifying the existence of the porn industry, but oftentimes the viewer never sees the people behind those gyrating sexual acts, where it's just another day at work, and it's often a draining one at that. I can't even be tempted to source a pic from the site, it just feels wrong. If it doesn't offend your sensibilities, please give it a looksie.

And finally, something I heard today that set me a thinking about the way some people think:
"Kau kalau nak kawin, ingat sikit siapa awek kau tu."
"Kenapa?"
"Ye la, sekarang ni ramai yang bukan dara. Kalau tiba-tiba dia yang mula dulu, kau pun tahu la dia tu dah bukan dara kan? Rugi engkau nanti."
"Oh."

And no, I did not have this conversation. Still, it was interesting enough for me, and one that may trigger a blog post of its own, in addition to something else I heard which still rankles at my consciousness.

Till then, take care.