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    Since When Does ‘Adult’ Mean Dirty?

    Vibrating Underpants, Busty Cops, and Vaginal Rejuvenation at Adultcon 2010


    Wednesday, September 8, 2010
    By Starshine Roshell (Contact)
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    Growing up is no rare achievement, but we did work hard to get here. Stumbling around the house in our parents’ shoes, calculating our ages in cheeky increments of halves and quarters, scrutinizing that slow-growing height chart etched onto our bedroom doorframes in ballpoint pen.

    In fact, you could argue that our entire childhoods were devoted to prepping and plotting for adulthood. In my own eager little mind, being “big” meant freedom. It meant confidence. It mean respect.

    Starshine Roshell

    Imagine my shock to discover that adulthood actually means shopping for vibrating underpants and schmoozing the stars of Busty Cops and Naked Heroines Bound for Trouble!

    This weekend, porn stars and erotic toy peddlers will gather at the Los Angeles Convention Center for the annual naughtyfest known as Adultcon. Open to the public, the expo invites guests to meet “over 69 adult entertainers,” purchase “male sexual enhancement products,” and learn about “vaginal rejuvenation centers.”

    All of which sound diverting indeed. Stimulating? Maybe. Amusing? Undoubtedly. But … adult?

    Let’s ignore the fact that the girls in Adultcon ads appear to challenge even the legal definition of “adult.” And let’s disregard my own clearly twisted associations of “adult sex” with responsible considerations like love, birth control, and (yawn, I know) STD-prevention.

    Putting all that aside, you still have to wonder about the pretense — the feigned delicacy — in the event’s name. Why can’t they just call it Raunch-Con and be done with it? It’s absurd for an industry whose money shot leaves zilch to the imagination to suddenly, um, beat around the bush.

    Of course, porn isn’t the only industry to co-opt the word. Anyone care for an adult beverage? Wanna catch an R-rated movie with a juvenile plot and “adult language”? Adult is now a euphemism for smut, booze, and profanity — and while I’m actually fond of all three, I’d rather they didn’t define the very developmental stage at which I’ll spend most of my life. It’s just too sad. This is what we rushed to grow up for? The reward at the end of youth’s tribulations is … an invitation to be crocked, crude, and first in line to get Ron Jeremy’s autograph?

    Call me naive but I was hoping for more.

    I admit that adulthood isn’t everything I thought it would be. Turns out confidence isn’t automatic when you come of age. I was way off on that whole “freedom” thing. And while I no longer yearn to sprout taller, I spend too much time hoping I won’t sprout wider.

    But being a grown-up is satisfying in other, unexpected ways: I like contributing to society in my own old-enough-to-have-some-heft way. And I like having enough life experience to appreciate smart humor, and complex issues, and thoughtful discussions.

    Which is what adult entertainment really ought to be, right? Smart, complex, thoughtful. It should be the kind of stuff — Bill Maher monologues and Merchant Ivory films, say — that makes kids shuffle out of the room bored and confused, rather than run screaming, “Eww! What WAS that? Make it stop!”

    Thankfully, there are still a few bastions of modern life where “adult” means nothing more than, “Honestly? Your kids won’t find this interesting.” But it’s getting harder and harder for us to recognize them when we see them. A librarian I know says customers get embarrassed and defensive when a catalog search identifies their request as “adult fiction” until she explains that it merely distinguishes the tome from young-adult novels or, you know, pop-up books.

    And another friend had a brief moment of panic when I brought up the subject recently. “What about Adult Education?” he said. “I’d better go double check the class I signed up for….”

    Starshine Roshell is the author of “Keep Your Skirt On.”

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    Another fine, thoughtful column, Starshine.

    When I was growing up (not so many years ago) there were agreed upon benchmarks as one approached adulthood--losing the training wheels, getting to wear shirts with collars, being trusted to be home when the street lights came on, high school graduation, etc. Now, with kindergartners donning a cap and gown, 13-year-old boys with ear holes big enough to hold a hand towel, and breast implants for teenage girls, everything is on the table and no one knows quite what to do with it. So there are no distinctions, and nothing for a kid to "push against" as he or she reaches the promised land. So dads dress like 8-year-olds, moms flirt with their daughter's boyfriends, and everybody is confused and unhappy when their kids USE the profanity that is so freely thrown around in the home. Makes me long for the old, repressed, and slightly dreamy days of not knowing how the world would change once I started shaving. Alas, I won't be at AdultCon. I've got too many grownup things to attend to. Thanks again, Starshine!

    chollycee (anonymous profile)
    September 8, 2010 at 3:46 p.m. (Suggest removal)

    How ironic that films which feature the crude humor that adolescent kids use are considered suitable only for "mature" audiences.

    billclausen (anonymous profile)
    September 9, 2010 at 7:34 p.m. (Suggest removal)

    Another very clever Adult article.
    You rock girl ! Still have the Greek Festival t-shirt? That was so long ago. Wow! Please say hello to Elizabeth S. for me.

    Andy G.

    AndyG (anonymous profile)
    September 10, 2010 at 6:08 a.m. (Suggest removal)

    I second chollycee's remarks: this *is* another well-crafted and thought-provoking Starshine column. And there is no greater irony than arriving at the near-mythical station of life known as adulthood, having a look around the imagined paradise you couldn't wait to join, and then at long last asking oneself, "So this is all there is??" It's that moment when you're standing on the brink of life's greatest anticlimax, looking out over the endless expanse of joy, sadness, opportunity and responsibility that you finally become an Adult.

    niceFLguy (anonymous profile)
    September 10, 2010 at 8:05 a.m. (Suggest removal)

    Perhaps in your parenting columns you are pandering to the sophisticated "California girls". But there is a broader world out there and with our nation being torn about by fears and phobias and bigotry, your time and attention might be better served by answering questions about how parents may prepare their children for the world they will inherit from us. Adults are expected to behave "responsibly", but they must learn that from caring, concerned parents. I yearn for something more "serious" and long-lasting from skilled journalists like you.

    Shep (anonymous profile)
    September 11, 2010 at 8:51 p.m. (Suggest removal)

    Merchan Ivory films? Those are boring at any age! You don't have to watch dry, boring stuffy art films to feel like an adult any more than you need a porno. Nevertheless,The Adultcon is meant to be sexy fun for adults, hence its name. It's not rocket science and its not meant to be analyzed to death. Stop taking it so seriously and just relax and have some fun.You might enjoy it.

    Alex123 (anonymous profile)
    September 11, 2010 at 11:09 p.m. (Suggest removal)

    Jeezus Shep...get over yourself.

    Well done Starshine, as usual.

    TheEeebs (anonymous profile)
    September 15, 2010 at 2:06 p.m. (Suggest removal)

    Very clever post Starshine. Keep it up! Some thinks that it became dirty when people take advantage of the title of "adult" or "mature".

    sexole (anonymous profile)
    May 4, 2011 at 7:15 p.m. (Suggest removal)

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