Not too many minutes ago I watched a rerun of "Conan" where Jennifer Love Hewitt was a guest (the FIRST guest). I just wanted to post a few thoughts while I'm still riled up. Forgive me, I'm only venting. I realize, intellectually at least, that we all have our individual likes and dislikes when it comes to sex, but . . .
I was watching the show and thinking of Raoul Duke's latest thread, the one where he gives JLH an enormous dick. Not just an ordinary-sized dick, mind you, but a REALLY, REALLY big one, suitable for punching a hole in a paint-can lid or beating protesters senseless. I was thinking, as I watched the show: "That poor, poor girl. I wouldn't depict my worst enemy like that. What's she ever done to Raoul, aside from being a mild, mostly inoffensive ditz?"
I mean, really, Raoul, from the dick business you'd think she'd done you some personal harm or something, and you had some sort of moral compulsion to get even with her. I grant you (as I've said elsewhere) that she probably has a screw loose somewhere, but I'd even hesitate to depict a really rank criminal that way. For being a ditz . . . maybe it would be appropriate to depict her slipping on a banana peel and falling into a swimming pool at a premiere or something. Maybe a waiter spills a huge churn of soup on her and ruins her hair-do. That would probably mortify her in real life, given her lighter-than-air personality. But for crying out loud, she's just a little tiny young woman from Texas with a Holly Golightly complex (not, as she claims, an Audrey Hepburn complex--I think she's more like the character Hepburn played in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" than she's like Hepburn herself). That poor, poor woman. I realize I've taken a few liberties with her myself, but good GOD ALMIGHTY, how many guys can she possibly blow, how many lesbians can she service without coming up for air, and now, on top of it all she's practically bathed in her own jism. . . . It's past funny, it's gone into sensory overload. The circuit breakers are tripping. The vacation's turned into a death march, time to turn the car around and go home.
Point being, make the punishment fit the crime. It's gone way overboard, even for somebody that gets off writing about her. I realize there's no accounting for taste, but your JLH dick story is giving me (no pun intended) the willies. Can't she at least wake up in one of them and find that the whole thing's a horrible, horrible dream? Do me a favor. Write her ONE happy ending. It's the least you could do.