…or rather, a march of life…
First Daughter is wisely off somewhere with her mother.
Today’s entry deals not so much with porn as with porn’s red-handed stepchild, masturbation. Doonesbury readers will recall, no doubt, the furor that erupted six years ago when its creator penned a strip referencing a study that claimed a link between masturbation and the prevention of prostate cancer. (The hubbub was, of course, about the mention of “self-dating” in the funny papers, not about the the study itself.)
BUT NOW, the Manhattan Lawyer points us to a recent entry from Gawker, referencing a study that claims pretty much exactly the opposite:
“Men who are very sexually active in their twenties and thirties are more likely to develop prostate cancer, especially if they masturbate frequently, according to a study of more than 800 men. However the UK research team also found that frequent sexual activity in a man’s forties appears to have little effect and even small levels of activity in a man’s fifties could offer protection from the disease. Most of the differences were attributed to masturbation rather than sexual intercourse.”
Well, science, which is it? And yes, we here at Godsbody are tickled at the thought of federal legislation demanding that all pornography feature a label warning that masturbation increases your risk of prostate cancer.
Third Son takes picture of his old man.
Second Daughter: You took a picture of Daddy?
Old man: Why would you do that?
Third Son: I know why! Because when you die…
[Photo found here.]
The patron saint of writers! When I first bought my painting (below), I imagined it depicted St. Jerome. Now, I’m not so sure. The robes may be a touch fancy. St. Francis de Sales, on the other hand, was a bishop… At any rate, I need his help these days. Trying to finish a project.
[UPDATE: An esteemed Father has just kindly sent word that, given the attending angel and the saint’s attire, my painting is almost certainly of my namesake, St. Matthew the Evangelist. Quelle chance]!
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Cosmos the in Lost
Everything that Rises
Good Country People
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
From Empty Hands
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
The Ironic Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Mr. Bones' Garden