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Sunday, December 24, 2006

"I phoned my dad to tell him I had stopped smoking. He called me a quitter." - Steven Pearl


Besides this person dressed like a British safari explorer (Khaki shorts, light brown safari shirt, hard bowl hat) and cross dressing stilt-walkers, there was an interesting area along Orchard Road tonight near the Heeren where appalling sexual exploitation was ongoing.

Olympus had booked an area to advertise their new range of cameras which were waterproof and splashproof. A dunking apparatus had been set up, with a girl in T-shirt and shorts sitting on a platform attached to a target and above a tank of water.

At no charge, people (whom I observed to be invariably men) got to throw 3 bean bags at the target. Hitting it would release a catch and the girl would be plunged into the water. After being soaked, she'd take some pictures to demonstrate that the camera still worked.

Seeing this, my heart went out to the poor helpless souls who were being exploited. Olympus was taking advantage of their weakness and profiting by it. With each wet jiggle this iniquity was perpetuated. Of course, this was no different from how, by means of the media, this group is daily exploited.

I am referring, of course, to the men, the girls being willing, informed parties to the transaction who came out of it enriched, while the former got distracted by the sight, being congenitally engineered to be prey to such exploitative means of persuasion, and thus persuaded to part with their money, and not always for much of a sight (not all jiggles are worth the same attention).
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