While scanning The Times of India yesterday, I stumbled across a couple of curious photographic essays, and I began to wonder if such straightforward, sex-tacular features would fly in the New York Times. What would they look like? Would they involve a bikini-clad William Safire lolling about Bryant Park? Maureen Dowd wrapped provocatively in naught but newsprint in the middle of Times Square? Frank Rich in a loincloth, posed suggestively atop a lion at the public library?
I smell a calendar…
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