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Highlights from the world of sex. Just for the record, I fuckin' hate cigarettes. They accelerate your heart rate, give you high blood pressure, make your mouth taste like ass (nothing ruins a girl's cuteness like kissing her and finding out her mouth tastes like the ash tray in the back seat of my old Dodge Dart), and they don't even get you high for all that trouble. What's the point?  Well, I have enough friends who smoke to realize this is a pointless argument. After all, quitting nicotine is supposed to be tantamount to kicking heroin. And, according to a study recently conducted in Europe, most smokers would rather give up just about anything other than cigarettes.In a survey of more than 2000 smokers, anti-smoking group SCAPE (Smoking Cessation in Primary Care, and go figure how that matches up with the acronym) discovered that among British butt-heads, 80 percent would rather give up sex for a month than to quit cigarettes for the same period of time. Hmm… could it be that a good snog wouldn't be the same without that post-coital smoke? Doubtful. What's more likely is that, like every good addiction, the dependence upon nicotine acts as a filter through which the whole of an individual's reality is pulled. I mean, a clearer example of skewed priorities would be pretty hard to come up with. Europe seems to be getting on an anti-smoking kick lately. Last week, the European Union agreed to extend its ban on tobacco advertising on television to include a moratorium in print media as well. What with all the socialized medicine going on, it's surprising that anti-smoking campaigns haven't been more aggressive than those in the U.S. But then again, it's hard to beat the red, white and blue when it comes to propaganda. The case of the missing link Have you ever used Amazon.com to purchase a book or a film or any number of items that would fit under the very annoying and currently popular distinction of "whatnot?" Well, first of all, if you haven't then you should take advantage of the opportunity we provide for you to do so in our Holiday Gift Guide to be found in this very issue! Sorry, I was possessed for a minute their by the dark spirit of a marketing exec…  Anyway, when you look up an item on Amazon, you are greeted with a group of links advising you of what other consumers like yourself were interested in when shopping for the very item you just pulled up. The links are generated randomly by a script program that not only tracks shopping trends, but also provides suggestions based on keywords found in the title of whatever it is you were looking for. Great idea, yeah?Not everyone would agree in an instance discovered late last week. When a customer looked up televangelist Pat Robertson's Six Steps to Spiritual Revival (hey, I thought Anton Lavey wrote that!), they were greeted with another of Robertson's paper-bound twaddlings, as well as a handy guide for anal sex for men! Appalled and embarrassed by this online retail faux pas, Amazon quickly yanked the anal-related link. "It seemed to us that this is a rather curious juxtaposition of the two titles," said Amazon spokeswoman Patty Smith. In my opinion, Amazon's embarrassment is misplaced. Call me a silly, sinful, hell-bound liberal, but I'm far more offended by the banal, intolerant blatherings of the bible-thumping, colossally dimwitted Robertson than I would be by a whole library of books on buggery. Hey, that would make a great series; "Books on Buggery." Or even better, "Books on Buggery… on Tape!" "Oh yeah, baby, that's the stu… uhhhhh… Maybe they should call it Rockefeller Syndrome. When former U.S. vice-president Norman Rockefeller bit the dust in 1979, the mysterious circumstances of his fatal heart attack were covered up by his family's refusal to allow an autopsy. The general consensus later was that Rockefeller had been banging his 25-year-old personal assistant when his ticker gave out, much to the horror of his mistress (not to mention her subsequent partners… I mean, ewww).  Now a British cardiologist is reporting that, of the rare cases where men have died of a heart attack during sex, infidelity is a major contributing factor. The risk is, of course, exacerbated in cases where the extramarital sex occurs with someone much younger. Well, duh. Christ, it's hard enough to please a girl half your age even when you're not cheating. Umm, not that I would know anything about that…In couples involved in long-term relationships, the risk is almost negligible. In fact, according to Dr. Graham Jackson, only about one percent of all heart attacks are brought about by getting it on. And when they do occur, it's the orgasm that's the problem; in terms of physical exertion, Jackson likens sex to a brisk, 20-minute walk. The orgasm, however, is equivalent to running up a flight of stairs. Great news for those tantric, self-denying assholes. Looks like the rest of us will be clutching our chests like Red Foxx in Sanford and Son.
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