Readers, Valentine's Day is over, and we hope you all had your fill of chocolate and sex and expensive flowers that are wilting in the windowsill even as we speak. But the boys find themselves feeling sorry for women across the country today. Why? Because so many of them were forced to see the opening of the new
Friday the 13th "reboot" this weekend and have the series explained to them by their cinematically ill-informed frat-boy boyfriends ("See, the first one came out in probably, like, the 50's or something. It was in black and white."). The film grossed $42.2 million this weekend, easily the largest opening ever for the franchise and proving once and for all that American prefer disembowelings to romance (the chick-flicks
Confessions of a Shopaholic and
He's Just Not That Into You were left in the dust). But the boys would like to assure the ladies of America that, if you were dating them instead, they'd have gladly seen
Shopaholic with you...so long as they were guaranteed a blowjob afterward.
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At the Pig tonight, the "Youth of Today" exhibit, featuring photographs by Chris Ortiz, gets underway with a reception. But is it art, or isn't it? Let's take a look.
Chip: "Photography in general is not 'art.' Anybody can take a fucking picture. And I can't be absolutely certain this is a lady's ass, which makes me feel nervous about my boner."
Richard: "The linking of sex and commerce is always profound. I'll vote 'art.' "
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