I was just in the midst of an email exchange with a coworker. She wanted to know if I still had a copy of an email forward entitled “The Slightly Gay Male” which described the modern day “metrosexual.” She said she wanted to send it to a friend who’s in denial about his metrosexuality. There was no way I could dig that old email out, and we went back and forth on how she could bring up her archived mail and look in there, and when that didn’t work, I had the brilliant idea of telling her to google “slightly gay male” because it’s the internet, and any forwarded email can probably be found online. I know I certainly post some of my favorite forwards as “humor”, as pages linked from my sidebar.

A minute later, my phone rings. It’s the coworker. “Uh, Cindy,” she starts. “I would recommend that you do not look up slightly gay male on Google.”
“Why not?”
“Because… *hesitantly*…all this porn popped up about slightly gay male sex!”
Oops.