My disreputable old University chum the Mothman (quite a noted authority on moths, hence his monicker), after being quite a lively commenter earlier in the year, has, alas, rather abandoned us of late. Apparently, we're not interactive enough for him; he tells me he prefers forums where he can trade abuse, flirtation, and off-colour humour with strangers.
However, he did rather like this post about a frivolous piece of collective inventiveness that sprung from a bar conversation a couple of months back. He was out of sympathy with the viewpoint, but applauded the fact that I was for once "addressing the important topic of pornography". This is one where it's worth checking out the comments on the original post.
However, he did rather like this post about a frivolous piece of collective inventiveness that sprung from a bar conversation a couple of months back. He was out of sympathy with the viewpoint, but applauded the fact that I was for once "addressing the important topic of pornography". This is one where it's worth checking out the comments on the original post.
SOAP!
first posted on 16th October
I enjoyed a post-work gargle with some journalist friends the other evening (hmm, perhaps this should be a Barstool Blues post? no, I've started on here now, so I'll carry on). At first, we were the only people in the small and somewhat remote bar (the Stone Boat, essentially an outdoor venue, will soon be forced into hibernation); but suddenly the place started filling up rather quickly. The crowd was almost all foreigners, mostly very young, and all terribly, terribly earnest. Realisation gradually dawned that we had been overrun by an NGO networking event. Everyone else was there to save the world, one self-congratulatory backslap at a time. Whereas my companions and I were just there to get drunk and trade off-colour jokes.
We could soon feel ourselves wilting under the relentless radiation of righteousness from those surrounding us. With not a single 'corporate social responsibility' brownie point between the lot of us, we felt awkward, self-conscious, out of place. We decided that we really needed a worthy project of our own to redress the shaming virtue-deficit.
It only took us a moment to hit upon one. Just before the world-savers arrived, we had been indulging in some laddish banter about video clips that are 'too hot' for YouTube, and in particular, about some recently much-discussed-on-the-Internet Darwin Awards-type episodes involving bestiality (I do hope these stories were apocryphal!). And that was where we found our inspiration.
Stamp Out Animal Pornography!
S.O.A.P.
Keep it clean
If you believe that pornography should be for humans and with humans only, please join this important crusade.
This piece of whimsy was a group production. In fact, I should acknowledge that the masterstroke - the acronym and the 'Keep it clean!' slogan (I can see that becoming a catchphrase amongst the cognoscenti) - came from the sozzled genius of a mucker called Will. I wouldn't want to claim the credit for myself.
I think this idea has legs. It's just a pity that our website address is being squatted by a manufacturer of industrial lubricants and cleansers from Atlanta, Ga.
Now, what tag should I give this? I suppose it fits best under My brilliant website/business ideas - although, to date, the entries in this category have all been strictly commercial rather than charitable or campaigning. Ah, what the heck!
(And oh dear me, I suppose this post could attract all sorts of undesirables to my humble little blog. It will be interesting to see what my traffic analysis looks like in a week's time.)
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