It’s not as if I’m easily offended by vulgarity and salaciousness, but I believe everything has its time and place. I don’t know about you, but I feel dirty every time I check my email at school. I’m surrounded by books and scholarly people, and what’s on my computer screen? Solicitations from lonely housewives, barely legal teens, barnyard animal fetishists, and people that want to enlarge my penis. I know I’m not the only one that has to deal with that kind of stuff in my inbox at school, but I still feel like a creep for dragging it into a place of higher learning. It all amounts to tactless timing. I mean, why don’t I just break into an anecdote about blowjobs over dinner next Thanksgiving? Come to think of it, that is something to be thankful for. Okay, bad example.