Thinking Too Hard About Girls Gone Wild.

Almost every night, I watch some CSI reruns on Spike TV, and almost every morning I wake up to a snatch of very, very long commercial of "Girls Gone Wild" and I cringe a little before changing the channel.

And I'm not the kind of girl who cringes at these kinds of things--I've clocked in enough hours watching porn to have had favorite actresses, actors and directors. At one point, when I was 20, I tried to get my boyfriend (29) to be in a Dirty Debutante movie with me. (He wouldn't do it--and he was the one who got me into porn in the first place!) I even met the director and everything.

On the other hand, I did tell my present boyfriend that if I ever found one of those in his possession, I'd break up with him. Like that.

So, what is so wrong with GGW? Is it just because I'm getting older? mmmm, no.The boyfriend thought I was upset that these young, drunk chicks would be taken advantage of. I mulled that over, and that, while noble, is not it.

I look at the suzy-Q chics that they choose, and their giggly faces, and I can just tell that they are the kind of girls who were cheerleaders in high school, who teased but never did it (or pretended that they never did), who do not in a certain way, take the needs of others or their own boundaries very seriously. Example: If these 18-year-olds thought of the fat, hairy men who were wanking off to this stuff, they'd be grossed out.

Some people have accused me of never being a virgin. That isn't true of course. I was as big a fantasy-fangirl as you could find with a bad perm and large glasses with horn-rimmed frames. I liked unicorns and jingling purses. But after my first boyfriend or two...I guess I just kind of skipped over that sweet-sixteen stage somehow, and went straight to Sex-In-The-City. So maybe I just don't understand the GGW/tit-flashing gals.

Or maybe, I just like my smut...smutty.