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You do know that's not doing anything for me, don't you?

Wait, I think I’ve seen this one before: a hot, young male star gets fawned over by several young ladies of dubious nature but one of these ladies is the Hollywood prostitute with a heart of gold and they fall in lurve and swear undying devotion to each other but then he sees her snogging another man and they have a huge fight whereby she runs off in her car and he chases her and then a huge truck crosses her path and she loses control of the car and it flips over and then she dies a horrible death but only has an artistic trail of blood from her mouth to show for it and he weeps and mourns for all he has lost, the end.

It’s inevitable isn’t it? They always want to do a music video where they are the hero to the hooker. They never seem to learn that of course she will be bumping hips with another guy BECAUSE SHE’S A HOOKER. But because she’s a slut bitch who dares to look at another guy, she has to die a MOST PAINFUL DEATH for HER SINFUL WAYS. Thus the man will become the star in his very own tragic movie and he will feel manly angst and turn over a new leaf and marry some virginal princess and live happily ever after.

Why am I getting snipy over Justin Timberlake’s What Goes Around.…Comes Around video? Because it irks me. I feel the story portrayed in the video is the kind of chauvinist crap we’ve seen a million times before: rich, influential men living it up with lots of skank women, but expecting their ‘girl’ to be faithful to them then acting all surprised when their girlfriends behave the same way as their men.

So Justin wants to be cool and hard and whatever. He might have some good tunes but I wouldn't go ape- shit over him, especially after that comment of his post Brit Awards 2003.

Of course both Kylie and Justin had agreed beforehand that Justin would grab Kylie’s ass so that they could sex up their show but when asked by a reporter how did it feel like, Mr Trouser Snake felt that in order to show he is so cool and hardcore, he replied that Kylie’s bottom was ‘a Grade A piece of meat.’ How utterly repulsive.

I turn to another channel where Shakira and Beyonce are humping a wall in an attempt to be sexy. (slumps forward with face in hands).

Closer to home, in the run up to the Formula 1 racing in Sepang this weekend, the organisers have organised a Grid Girl preview as part of the promotions for the race. Grid Girls?!? Grid Girl preview?!? What do they have to do with racing cars?

I'm not naive, I know sex sells - hell, I religiously watch an average TV show because of its two good-looking leads - but sometimes I wish that people would just not try too hard. That there is some merit in restraint and patience and just having a good product. Nudity does not equal sexiness. And when you're saturated with naked girls and thrusting bodies 24/7, it keeps getting harder and harder to shock and titillate.

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