How could the same enterpreneurial nation that squeezed out a dozen different “Don’t Taize Me, Bro” t-shirts in 24 hours get the zeitgeist so terribly wrong?
Real tabloids haven’t used these anachronistic “eye bars” for decades (Kinkerbelle.com link NSFW. Duh.)
(PS: can an old British red top hand out there tell me what those bars were really called?)
They were already quaint when Monty Python did their “Blackmail” sketch.
Anyone with even a glancing familiarity with YouPorn or PornTube or whatever knows that today’s post-modern guys and gals are happy to display their usually less-than-charming charms with unanimous, un-anonymous abandon.
This tone-deaf gag gift reminds me of those TV crime dramas where they stick nun characters in habits that no real nun has worn since 1966.
Except pervy(-er).
