Make War, Not Breasts
Even though she came in 10th place during Californias gubernatorial recall election, porn star Mary Carey hasnt given up on politics. Last week she led the Bullets Not Boobs protest rally on the corner of Sunset and La Brea, in front of the mini-mall where the Armed Forces Recruiting Center is located firmly between Family Dentistry and Hollywood Hair, Nails and Beauty Supply.
The rally was the brainchild of Mark Kulkis, president of Kick Ass Pictures, an adult-film company that boasts Carey as its contract girl. After learning that the U.S. military offers free breast augmentations and other elective cosmetic surgeries to soldiers and their dependents, Kulkis the marketing genius behind Careys run for governor came up with this latest publicity stunt.
Every one of our movies has a guarantee on the front cover: No fake boobs. Thats why we feel so strongly that we needed to take up the banner. Kulkis says he is against all breast implants done in the name of vanity, even those not paid for by taxpayers.
Protesters, most of whom were Kick Ass Pictures employees, held signs: Keep Our Army All-Natural, Plastic Explosives Not Plastic Surgery and Honk If You Love Natural Breasts. (Whether the men honking would have just as eagerly blared their horns for fake breasts is unclear.) One driver did scream, I want fake tits! Another gentlemen leaned out the passenger-side window to flash his non-augmented chest.
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An extremely thin blond woman with huge fake breasts yelled, This is a waste of time!
Dont spend tax dollars on boob jobs! a protester responded.
I paid for these myself, the woman replied, pointing to her inflated mammaries.
Just then, the activists began a call-and-response chant:
What do we want?
When do we want them?
For the event, Mary Carey wore camouflage hot pants with a matching bikini top, over which she sported a black spaghetti-strapped tank top prominently displaying the Kick Ass logo. The smut superstar walked up to vehicles stuck in traffic and handed out flyers explaining her cause.
Do you like boobs? Carey asked a couple of passersby.
A little person walked up to Mary, and the odd-looking duo posed for photos. Doesnt he remind you of Gary Coleman? Carey kept asking. (Other than being African-American and short, the man looked nothing like Careys fellow gubernatorial candidate.)
Reuters, the Associated Press and all of the major stations, except Olympic-saturated NBC Fox, ABC, CBS, KTLA and even TV Azteca sent reporters to cover the event.
Signaling the start of the press conference, Kulkis stood on a wooden box and spoke into a megaphone. I understand that the Army needs to recruit new soldiers, but this isnt the right way to do it.
Kulkis introduced Carey, to much applause. The blue-movie thespian took to her wooden crate and flashed her large, God-given breasts. A few cameramen missed the shot and pleaded with her to expose her bosom again.
If I go to jail, will you all pitch in and bail me out? Carey asked before obliging the horny shutterbugs.
Then the porn star got serious: Plastic surgery is a good thing if its reconstructive. If there was a girl who had natural boobs, and her boobs got blown off in Iraq by one of those car bombers, then I think we should give her surgery but not unless its necessary.
A reporter asked if she had tried to speak directly to Donald Rumsfeld about her concerns. Thats a good idea, she answered. I think hes all tied up right now with the 9/11 thing, but who doesnt have time to talk about boobs? I love to talk about boobs.
Joining Kulkis and Carey was Jennifer Zandstra, who achieved the rank of specialist after serving five years in the military. Zandstra flew in from Texas to appear at this rally.
To protest this and to offer incentives for female soldiers to keep their real breasts, Kulkis explained, we said that any female soldier honorably discharged with her real breasts intact would receive a natural-beauty-enhancement package to counter the armys offer of boob jobs. The package consists of a day at the spa of her choice and $500 worth of lingerie.
If even a small percentage of the qualifying women take Kulkis up on his offer, he could be forking out hundreds of thousands of dollars. Were willing to put our money where our mouth is, said Kulkis.
Carey handed Zandstra a giant check for 500 bucks. Its really great that someones picked up on this, said Zandstra, because its not really right that the army should be spending this money on plastic surgery and not on body armor or better equipment for our soldiers.
After the rally, I contacted recruiting spokesman Gail Anderson. He had no opinion of the protest but emphasized that the military does not promote plastic surgery in their recruiting pitches. He then referred me to the public affairs office at headquarters, where
I eventually reached Jaime Cavazos, the media-relations officer who deals with medical issues.
Cavazos, too, insisted that boob jobs are not used to lure women into the Armed Forces. He said that after the free military breast augmentations first became public, his office called the recruiting command and told them, Hey, you need to talk to your recruiters. If its happening, it needs to cease.
He also said, We dont run a make-over medical facility.
Cavazos hadnt heard about the protest and didnt know who Mary Carey was, but he explained that the military offers a limited number of boob jobs, liposuctions and other cosmetic procedures, not to gain new recruits, but rather to train military surgeons. There are very few plastic surgeons throughout the entire Army. Very few cosmetic surgeries are conducted annually, and the reason that a lot of them are done is to ensure that the soldiers maintain their skills, because were getting a lot of wounded soldiers that need reconstructive surgery.
I asked Kulkis if his company and we in the media might actually be helping the Pentagon recruit women who want boob jobs by giving it all of this free publicity.
I never thought of that, he said, then added, Well try to make it such negative publicity that they cant possibly get any benefit from it.
Did Carey feel as though she reached anyone with her message?
I think I definitely reached a lot
of . . . men.
Throw Your Hands in the Air
A few Saturdays ago, I was on my way to a friends girlfriends birthday party when I realized that I didnt have a present. Im piss broke, so instead of showing up empty-handed, I figured Id go to 7-Eleven and pick up a cheap polyester rose with melted plastic to simulate dew and pass it off as a joke present. Plus, I could get some smokes and a coffee to wake me up for the evening.
A bunch of Arabic-looking guys were huddled around the ATM machine when I showed up, and a couple of stoned white chicks showed up to score some Ding Dongs, one of them wearing a tube top that made you think everything would just flop out if she had to raise her hand. Then there was the 5-foot-high gangsta with a voice like Mickey Rooney.
As I waited, faux rose in hand, to buy my cigs, six squad cars peeled up into the parking lot. One of the white chicks ducked behind the counter. Good instincts on her part, since a bevy of cops emptied out of the cars, guns raised, and introduced themselves with a symphony of clickety-clack.
No explanation. Just a few minutes wherein cops pointed guns and 7-Eleven patrons wondered what the fuck was going on.
Exit the store with your hands up! shouted a voice through the megaphone. We all wondered if he was talking to us. None of us was doing anything but buying coffee and doughnuts. We guessed he was talking to all of us. So I set down my coffee and faux rose and then, hands raised, marched out of the building with the rest of them.
Hands raised . . . I kept an eye on the tube top.
Back up, slowly! the cops commanded behind us. They slapped a set of cuffs on me. I still couldnt figure out why any of this was happening, except that it might be a late-night exercise in coppery. You know, practice.
We got a call saying that this place was being held up with a shotgun, the cop intimated to me. Did you see anything like this going on?
If I were the cop, I would assume that victims of a holdup would be much more alarmed than I was, but it seemed too obvious a point to make at the time. Especially since I couldnt figure out why I had these cuffs on me, anyway.
All of us were marched off to the curb and commanded to kneel on the ground, where I was hoping that the shattered bottles werent going to pierce through my jeans. I couldnt help but think about Arabs not doing so well in these situations since 9/11, so I kept an eye out for abuses to occur.
A line of cops crept toward the store, guns raised. Clickety-clickey-clack.
Dont shoot this way. Shoot this way, commanded one cop. It was appearing more and more like a shootout was going to take place, despite the fact that nobody was left in the store but the Slurpee machine.
This isnt how I want to become famous, I thought.
We waited on the curb awhile, expecting all pandemonium to break loose when the cops found . . . nothing! Jack shit! Nada!
I wanted a smoke.
When they let us go, I went back in to get my coffee. All seemed well and good until we discovered that a crime had, in fact, taken place.
A cop had taken the white chicks Ding Dongs.
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