John's Blog

Channel surfing can get you into trouble so easily. I'm flipping through the channels the other nite and I stumble upon one of those "HBO Documentaries" (otherwise known as thinly disguised porn) which purports to be about "The Hookers of Honolulu". How can you go wrong? Beautiful Hawaiian scenery, attractive women, should be a no-brainer, right? I'm watching, thinking, "sure, I'd do her" and then I realize, woah...it's a dude! The next hooker appears and I get the same sense that something isn't right and she is also a guy. I hit the "info" button to bring up the program description, only to find out that the show features all she-male and transgender prostitutes. I suddenly feel dirty, and not in a good way.

HBO does redeem itself by running Cathouse: The Series later that night. Gotta love Isabella Soprano! (Crap, I almost typed Isabel Sanford who I loved in an entirely different way; until she did those annoying Old Navy commercials!) Isabella has everything you'd be looking for in a woman (beyond my strict "no penis" rule) and puts those other silicone barbies to shame. But it's not that I'd kick any of them out of bed...or even have the chance to do so...my video voyeurism will have to suffice.

Too bad that this is another series that has come (perhaps a poor choice of words in this context) to an end. Let the countdown to "Curb Your Enthusiasm" begin. Maybe I could get the kind of anniversary present that Larry got? I'm sure I'd have the same disappointing outcome.