So the word on the internet this week is that Kristen Davis, uptight hottie Charlotte York on the hit HBO series and upcoming film “Sex And The City”, may or may not have a sex tape floating around out there on websites like www.fadedyouthblog.com/26504/more-from-kristen-davis-sex-tape/ . Her reps have denied that a sex tape featuring their client exists but the pictures have made their way to several websites. Also making the rounds on the world wide interweb this week is an alleged tape in which Hollywood scandal darling and party-favorite-no-more Lindsay Lohan is supposedly...well, let's just say that she's performing.
Both of these stories are curious for very specific reasons. First, there has been much hype about the upcoming release of the “Sex And The City” movie recently. Surely, this alleged sex tape scuttle-butt should keep that going. Second, according to www.imdb.com, “I Know Who Killed Me” and “Georgia Rule” have approximately grossed a combined 26 million dollars in 2007 with neither films receipts breaking even with their budgets. Could yet another Lindsay scandal help boost ticket sales for her next film?
There used to be a time when artists used tapes to show off their artistic skills to prospective representatives and the like. Maybe the art in demand has changed. Paris Hilton's infamous sex tape came on the heels of her successful reality show, “The Simple Life.” Kim Kardashian's sex tape lead to her getting a reality show. The media has been showered with sex tapes from American Idol rejects and Survivor cast aways; from aging rock stars showing off their moves with porn stars to fallen sports celebrities and long ago news makers. (Tonya Harding and Amy Fisher anyone?) It seems all kinds of people been “robbed” of their private pornography ever since “someone” “stole” Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee's sex tape from their Malibu home.
The issue hear isn't whether or not any of the celebrities in question are the ones truly behind the release of these tapes, but the fascination our society has with them. Is everyone so bored with their own sex lives, and for that matter porn, that the secret sex lives of the maybe rich and temporarily famous are the only things left to get excited about? Can the questionable and maybe fake sex of people on television really that much more interesting than sex we absolutely know is real?
Maybe some of these tapes are fakes. Maybe some of them are real. But none of us should really care.