Panera Says I'm Not Porn. My Mother is So Proud.

So as part of a shameful attempt to avoid working on my Pre-Reformation Devotional art paper (red hair being an anti-Semitic tool in Northern Renaissance Christian art), I went a-blog-hoppin’. But when I went to blackcatbone.blogspot.com, I read that James had attempted to go to grammarpolice.net from inside a Reston Panera, but couldn’t, because said Panera had deemed the site to be pornographic. Ironically, my site and work, which some people say IS about porn, was fine. So I went to Grammar Police to see what all the fuss was: a rather amusing yet tragic picture of a portly naked man, covered in body paint so that he looks like Spiderman. But yeah, you can see his penis. On my site, all you can [currently] see are breasts. So what, breasts have so infiltrated everyday imagery that they’re no longer deemed off-limits or taboo--it's ok to throw them around willy-nilly? Penises are still sacred? Yeah, FUCK THAT.