That Naughty Beverly Center

I'll not revisit my billboard rants, complaints about the scenery scarring effects, the new, intrusive light boxes, L.A.'s pitiful regulation. But I will tiptoe outside my usual bounds.

Is anything in society exempt from sexual interjection, is anything sacrosanct? Hunky Santa and the Candy Cane Girls, what a pathetic marketing pitch--and cynical! Whatever happened to quality merchandise, attentive service, and price savings?

Admittedly, I've once or twice been distracted by beautiful women, but I'd rather my hosiery purchase not be accompanied by erotic dance.

Of course, I think the whole Santa's lap thing is a little weird. We lecture our kids about the possible perils of strangers, then clamor for a photo op with some fatso in red skivvies.