During my last week at college, while struggling to complete my senior thesis on gangster movies, some wannabe artist asked me what I was going to do after graduation, and I said, tongue in cheek, "Maybe I'll move to New York and become a pornographer." Like many at my small liberal arts school in the Hudson Valley, I saw porn through the distorting lens of academic chic. At any rate, it sounded cooler than my immediate alternatives: graduate school in film, peon... More >>>