Today was depressing enough, thanks to the continuing saga of my mother’s hip replacement (the reason why I’ve been posting with less than my usual compulsiveness). Today was blood-transfusion day. (On a more positive note, it was also sit-up-in-a-chair day.)
While attending to my mother’s hospital misadventures, I’ve also unhappily discovered that my blog is sick: This post is suddenly being accessed, all too frequently, by the wrong people for the wrong reasons. I have therefore decided to take down the Nan Goldin and Richard Prince images that for the last few days have been bringing lots of twisted hits to CultureGrrl. This is not the kind of traffic I want. My little corner of cyberspace is intended to be a haven for art lovers, not pedophiles.
The above image is the only art upon which I’ve been gazing for the last few days. Are there any artificial-hip fetishists out there?
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