Yes, and apparently, that’s the general effect of this post. I did get a nice thank you note from some gentleman lurker, and this disturbing email from a reader who shall remain nameless:

Y’know, I loves me some Scarlett Jugghansson (you can keep that one gratis), but nothing in this world will make me enjoy buttcrack in the wild. That sorta thing’s for porn or adolescent fantasies.

For porn, because, there’s…you know…precautionary measures before said shooting of scenes with said buttcrack. For adolescent fantasies, there’s no bleeding, ripping, tearing, swelling, or that stuff you find out happens when the afore–mentioned precautionary measures aren’t taken. In theory it’s great fun, in practice it’s a bit horrifying if you don’t know what’s going to happen.

Or so I’ve been told.

Ahem.

I’ve never once conned any fine, upstanding, virtuous women into defiling them in front of their best friends…never. Not once. Ever. If anybody says I have, it’s a lie.

Anyways, there’s my not-comment.

Something tells me this guy thought this one through.