Today while driving around San Diego, I found myself stopped at a red light at an intersection where on one corner is a sex shop. This intersection and its residents are in a more, um, liberal part of town where just about anything goes. But the thing that caught my attention (no, this time it wasn't the walrus-sized, battery-powered, man-that's-gonna-hurt phallus) was that this place was DECKED OUT for Christmas . The window display was crammed with Merry Christmas signs, holly and poinsettias, Christmas trees with decorations and lights, Santas and fake snow. Even the mannequins modeling the latest in crotchless leather underwear, nipple clamps and studded corsets had on Santa hats.
The display seemed a contradiction in every sense of the word. "Let's sell whips and chains, handcuffs and fluorescent condoms but while doing so this time of year, let us remind our customers about the upcoming celebration of the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ," the store manager surely said. "That'll be $34.95. Here's your porn. Have a merry Christmas," the clerks say with a bright smile. "Would you like this gift wrapped? We've got the holly-jolly elf paper or the "Jesus is the Reason for the Season" paper."
Hmmm...
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