X Ray SpecsWhen I was a wee lad I sent away for X-ray Specs, the kind of glasses popular with gullible pre-pubescent boys. I’d found the ad in the back of comic book, and I was desperate enough to think they’d work.

After all, we’d split the atom and put a man on the Moon. Surely developing a pair of $1 glasses to peer through women’s clothing was not beyond our grasp. I remember how excited I was when they arrived. How I made sure not to look at my mom as I ran out into the street. Read the rest of this entry »