AVN: The Worst Trade Rag

M* wrote this somewhere else on XPT:
"damn. AVN cat, Peter Warren, breaks it down.
'His MySpace Blog:
Up to this point, I've maintained a strict policy of not adding guys to my Friends list. I've made the decision to alter that policy ... but just slightly. If YOU request ME as a friend, and I deem you to be a spectacularly huge person in the porn industry, I wil CONSIDER adding you. Other than that, my rules still apply: 1) You're a hot and/or riotously funny person with a vagina. 2) You actually know me for real.'"

In general, mental midgets like Peter Warren represent the dregs in journalism/blogging. They work for tiny scratch, dress like flood victims, drive the worst jalopys they can find, but damn...don't infringe on their intellectual superiority over you. God forbid they not be able to look down their noses at something. It's like that Shakespeare professor I had. Never mind his inability to find the Old Spice aisle at Wal-Mart, or to clean the one tweed coat woven during the Hoover Administraton, but damn your brain to hell if you could not recite Shylock's speech in The Merchant of Venice "Sir, many a time and oft in the Rialto you have rated me about my monies and my usances, etc."

This guy is just that kind of total loser. But let's just extend the hatred to the crappy covers between which he writes. What a piece of shit AVN is. Most of their "articles" are reworded press releases from the production companies, and some scribblings on a blog by their morally effete pseudo-atheist editor Mike Ramone. Throw in hundreds of ads, and "Fresh Off the Bus" that has featured whores out of the business before the edition went ot print, and some bad efforts to make porn sound mainstream. I can't find a single person with a good word about their "Awards" except those who won (and believe me, there were no winners), their office politics sounds like a Hustler-style cluster fuck. I know what assholes journalists can be. I was a photo editor for a paper in college, and it never mattered that I had exams the next day, anything less than a 3.a.m. day with boric acid all over me was considered a weak effort, even though the paper's circulation was within 10 blocks of the printing plant.

AVN, I have an idea for you...go out and find some people who can write and think...and print what they write. Yes, your circulation and subscription revenue depends on porn people, who can be as reliable as Andrew Fastow with their wallets, but it's that way all over the publishing world.

Oh, whatever the fuck, you AVN people live in a shell inside a shell. Guess I better run off and edit my MySpace profile, and make sure I set one up at XPeeps, too:

User: Willie D
Mood: Pissed off at anyone feeling "quixotic"