Carmella Bing: a rack in the back
It's important that you know that I value this nation's porn stars as decent, thoughtful people, and try to eschew conveniently lewd descriptions of my tasty subjects. But God Damn. At a little bar at the end of a larger bar at the other end of yet another bar upstairs at the Aladdin in Lass Vegas I bumped into Carmella Bing. I wasn't able to make the connection between her degree in child psychology and her opening line, which was "I've done a DP, a DP, a DP, and an anal this week," but I seem to remember the nail in the coffin of her child welfare career was a vague feeling of futility. The difference between us, of course, is that my own feelings of futility are never vague. She now shoots for Digital Playground and thinks it's just a matter of time before she shoots for Billy Glide, which was fortuitous because his was the party I was attending. I don't know how many photographers were in the room - probably as many as the sharks that devoured most of the crew of the U.S.S. Indianapolis - but everyone was focused on the same thing(s). Crap. I did it again.