I realize there are more important things in the world than this fine example of "pro-life art " but I have held my tongue for as long as I can.  

The right may be good at reptilian brain doggedness but there is not a single artistic bone in their entire body politic.  Good lord who thought a statue of some erstwhile Hooters hostess lying spread-eagle on a bearskin rug with a kid’s head popping out of her cooter was a tribute to anything but velvet Elvis high camp.  No doubt little embryonic copies will sell like hotcakes off the shelves of Silverlake kitsch shops but Britney’s GOT to be dying.  

I think it signals a crisis point in American sex education, the inevitable result of teaching "abstinence only" in our schools.  The sculptor does not seem to realize this is the position you assume to give a blow job, not birth.

Someone had to say it. 

Jane Hamsher

Jane Hamsher

Jane is the founder of Her work has also appeared on the Huffington Post, Alternet and The American Prospect. She’s the author of the best selling book Killer Instinct and has produced such films Natural Born Killers and Permanent Midnight. She lives in Washington DC.
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