Dominic Cooper & Amanda Seyfried – Lay All Your Love On Me

From two well-known examples of our time, the formula to getting your blog noticed is

a) An interesting writing-style and wit; and
b) Sex.

(I really like these alphabetical points thing.)

The examples I’m referring to are Diablo Cody’s Pussy Ranch (which led to her book The Unlikely Stripper –or something to that effect – and eventually the screenplay for her hit movie, Juno) and Belle de Jour’s Diary of a London Call Girl (which lead to her books Confessions of a London Call Girl – or something to that effect – and eventually to the ITV2 serial starring Billie Piper, Secret Diary of a Call Girl). Both, incidentally, are hosted on Blogger.

Diablo Cody was a stripper who wrote about her stripping experiences on her blog and Belle de Jour writes of her sexual escapades as a call girl. Personally, I find Belle de Jour’s blog a lot more interesting than Diablo Cody’s. But that’s just my opinion. I love Juno more than I love Secret Diary of a Call Girl, though. I watched one episode of the latter and think it’s just a lame excuse to put semi-pornographic material on late night television. You might as well just go for the real thing, if you think about it that way.

N.B. I did not watch Secret Diary for the sake of sex. I watched it because I am a hardcore (no pun intended) fan of Billie Piper’s best-known character, Rose Tyler from Doctor Who. (I wept so hard when I watched Doomsday.) Thanks to the Billie Piper + Belle de Jour combination, I couldn’t help but wince when Rose reappeared in the last few episodes of Doctor Who, because I couldn’t help but think, What’s she been doing in the parallel world all these months? Thank you, Billie, for teaching me to stop typecasting actors.

It’s sad, really, that the “good stuff” has to have to have a bit of sex or romance in it. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t mind romance. But like the romance where they have to consummate their relationship before it’s official. (Think Ryan Philippe and Reese Witherspoon in Cruel Intentions.) I mean, even that squeaky clean Nancy Drew movie with Emma Roberts had to have a kiss in it.

I’ve never been in a relationship, but from examples I’ve seen from people like my parents or fictional stuff in movies/T.V. shows, love shouldn’t have to be proven by consummation or kissing. True love does wait. Love is patient, love is kind.

I don’t want this entry to turn into a pro-abstinence (which I am, actually) or religious sermon. I’m just expressing my disappointment and annoyance at the world.

This is pretty much about as much sex that will appear in this blog. Take it or leave it.