Trashy Book

I encountered this ad campaign for one of those summer beach books which begins with the line: "There are 8,000 nerve endings in the clitoris and this son of a bitch couldn't find one of them." It reminds me of a part in Independence Day when, disdaining his ex-wife's new husband, Bascombe talks about the new husband's daughter, who is a student in a writing program and purportedly begins her novel with these sentences: "An orgasm, Lulu believed, was like God--something she'd heard was good but didn't really believe in. Though her father had very different ideas." Bad writing has a certain transcendent quality, don't you think? (via Jezebel)