Okay, I commented on this topic before but after a particularly cum-drenched weekend, I'll add this . . . I don't see the facial as anti-feminist, or icky, or anything (geez, what would all those commenters on the original post think about the fact that I kinda like being peed on occasionally . . . in a nurturing, feminist sort of way, of course). But the act of having someone come inside you is just so hot, that anything else feels a little like a waste of a precious natural resource. Of course, it is a **highly** renewable resource, so there is that.

And I am so totally retelling your Paulina story (with full attribution, of course.) That rocks!

Also Zeigeisty, it was a cute story, but I think from the "proof" standpoint I would have been more impressed if you "celebrity opinion" came from a female public intellectual or something, as opposed to someone who made a name strictly based on her looks, as those sorts of professions tend to be pretty obsessed with staying "in vogue" in all things anyway...

A facial is fine when executed with gusto, bravado, and a firm sense of entitlement.  Otherwise, it can be comical and slightly embarrassing for all involved.

Without generalizing, men who thrive on the performance aspect of sex are rarely the sort you wish to make children with, so the timely exit and resulting spray are oddly comforting ("Whew!  No baby was bourne of that filthy loveless throw-down!")    

I used to see Paulina and Ric all the time walking their afghan hounds in the village.  They all had the identical haircuts so that was a good laugh.

I was really surprised that when I saw Paulina in person the wizardry behind makeup, hairdressing, photography and airbrushing became very evident.  She was always sickly pasty and kind of scuzzy... a look that my Granny used to say said "rode hard and put away wet."  

A friend of mine who does costuming and tailoring for fashion, movies and TV also said that Paulina has absolutely the worst B.O. she'd ever encountered, with the exception of Bjork.

Not that any of this takes away from her expertise on the topic of semenology, in which I wouldn't doubt she has an advanced degree.  Just sharing celebrity anecdotes.

Oh lordy, I'm talking about all the way back to mid and late 80s when they were still a rather new couple.  I think I've got a few years on you though.  I lived in the East Village before the sushi mongers discovered cheap real estate east of Broadway.  Pre-Rudy and "quality of life" tickets.

Ric, by the way, was always said to be a great producer.  Never much into The Cars though, with the exception of one weird night in the Hudson Valley, driving around in a snowstorm with a headful of mushrooms listening to Moving In Stereo.  Boy oh boy I loved them that night.

Is this turning into a hipster battle or what?

And C-list celebrities? Please.  And isn't name dropping a faux pas? It must be a New York thing.