Can I get a?

This week's New Yorker leads with a Gap ad for their (Red) clothing line that features the aging Christy Turlington's ageless nipples.
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I found myself thinking, is this the best way to fight AIDS? Then I thought, yes. Yes it is.

And on the nipple tip: Of all the ridiculous and hilarious fetishes in the world, I think my favorite is the fact that there are porn websites that specifically cater to those who lust after "sexy Canadian teens." It just seems like an implausible implacable sexual craving, Canadians.

Caught by his wife, Reginald could only stammer, over and over, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…. I can't help myself. I crave sexy Canadian teens!" Never mind the myriad intergrity issues, since it's pretty hard to brand a Canadian when all you've got to go on is a jpeg.

I always felt bad for people who had, like, fetishes for household appliances before they were invented (dialogue between two peasants in Schenectady, New York, circa 1751: "Shock me with electricity!" "What's electricity?"), or foot fetishes before recent breakthroughs in personal health and hygiene. In fact, I think I'm going to pitch a new slogan to Bed, Bath & Beyond.

"Bed, Bath & Beyond: a foot fetishist's best friend. Yadadamean?"

Also: Redford demands apology over Iraq. I don't give a shit about the story, but I love this picture.
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