Recently, for reasons that remain unknown, my story on the adult movie industry and the recession, "They Shoot Porn Stars, Don't They?", which I originally wrote for a publication but pulled in a fit of pique and decided to self-publish online for self-destructive reasons known only to my subconscious, has been trawling its way across the non-English speaking interwebs.
First, some French-speaking Canadians wrote about it. I understood the "superbe" part, no problem. One of my Canadian friends translated it for me, but the only part I remember is that they said I call a cat a cat. That's RIGHT, dammit. If I see a cat, I call it a cat. That's the kind of woman I am.
Then, some Germans got a hold of it. Somebody told me what they said, but I can't remember. Still, I learned a new word: "Pornoindustrie." Use that in casual conversation, win 10 points.
Finally, some Netherlandians who write for a site called Jaggle picked it up, which I guess is a pretty popular spot, as it sent a buttload of traffic. I don't know anyone who speakuzuh dah Deuytch, so I have no idea what it says, but how could you go wrong with "Mooi verhaal: iets met schieten enzo"? Nuff said.
Anyway, what did we learn here? No idea. Whatsoever.
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