My Encounter With Mandeep

It has been a long, long time since I've written a real blog. Since the pandemic days, in fact. But this warrants it. So there I was, going about my usual afternoon busywork at the AVN compound, when I hear a call from downstairs: "Hello?" I thought I heard my co-worker moving in that direction to see what was up, but then a few minutes later: "Hello?" Looked like it was gonna be up to me. So down the stairs I plodded, and immediately found myself face-to-face with a short, pudgy, balding man seemingly of Indian descent, whom I will call "Mandeep" for the purposes of discretion.  "Hello sir, is there somebody I can talk to here? This is the AVN?" he asked me. "Well yes, what do you need?" I asked. "I have traveled so far, I just need to talk with somebody who can help me," he implored. "OK ... what's happening? What's your question?" I persisted. "I want to find out how can I get into the industry?...
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Adios Corona

Last night, I sent the following text to Gianna Dior, because awhile ago she instructed me, and I quote, to "pls send me all the random thoughts you have," and who the hell am I to argue with Gianna Dior? Anyway, here it is:

"I wonder if people have stopped drinking corona beer b/c of the coronavirus and also if you get coronavirus should you suck on a lime"

I thought it was funny. Gianna may or may not have agreed. Either way, this morning what do I see but this story from the New York Post reporting that people are in fact REFUSING TO DRINK CORONA BEER because of the coronavirus.

This is obviously idiotic (astoundingly—or not—the story says that 16 percent of the people who took part in a survey on the matter indicated they "were not sure whether the virus is related to Corona beer"), but that doesn't change the fact that Corona is in some very deep shit because of it.

Or as the rep from the PR firm that conducted the above-mentioned survey put it, "This is a disaster for the Corona brand."

Truth be told, I really don't know whether Corona can continue to exist now. The situation definitely draws a distinct parallel (as several including my fellow porn scribe Tod Hunter have pointed out) to the ruinous fate suffered by '70s/'80s "appetite suppressant candy" Ayds.

I guess time will tell. Maybe they'll figure out some brilliant marketing ploy to turn this lemon into lemon ... Ayds?

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