We're huge patrons of the arts. In fact both sets of our parents are life patrons of  the American Friends of Versailles and 50Mil and I support a number of local artists.

But there’s a limit, and making casts of vaginas may have smashed headlong into it.

Yes, I preach self-love but making casts of my cooter or viewing those of braver souls is a bit rich for my blood.

Ladies, don’t take offense*; I had the same visceral reaction to the guy who wanked on paper and called it art and the plaster casts of penises.



I can’t see us attending any exhibits, howver we’ll probably make a donation with the sole reason being it's erotic art which doesn’t involve minors or the maiming of farm animals. Spending the evening surrounded by floor to ceiling twats isn’t on the agenda. May as well hangout with the Republicans (Republicans, if it makes you feel better, you can change that to Libertarians). :-) 

* I love when people say “Don't take offense” because everyone immediately takes offense.