Fame gone wild

The things I do in the name of research. It is an idea breathtaking in its brilliance and stunning in its simplicity; if only I had thought of it when I was a teenager. The person who actually thought it up was someone called Joseph R. Francis, currently facing federal prison on tax evasion charges, which goes to show just how much a good idea can screw up your life if it's followed by a not so good idea. The essence of Francis's good idea is this: you ask girls to take their clothes off. Here's the surprising part: they do. Girls Gone Wild is an extraordinarily successful series of short films. The title effectively captures the oeuvre. The films feature teenage or twenty-something girls going wild in various, broadly sexual, ways, including exposing breasts and/or buttocks to the camera with additional fondling of said breasts or buttocks if deemed necessary. In hindsight, perhaps my office wasn't the best place to be conducting this research; various quizzical eyebrows have been raised by the odd student who shows up unannounced at my office to ask questions about this or that essay. Leave me alone: can't you see I'm working? Anyway, my hands are tied. There's no way that Mrs Rowlands is going to let me watch this at home.