I can’t wait. I don’t know what it is about that series that intrigues me, but I just can’t stop watching. Zombies, walkers, biters everywhere. Poke a hole in their head and they’re dead. How fun? Maybe I like all of the unpredictable chaos each episode offers. Nothing like the life I had on the Indiana corn farm I grew up on. I left that life as soon as I could for the bright lights and lazy days of New Orleans. You wouldn’t think Charlotte was the type to like it either. She is tall, slim and ridiculously attractive. Classy, with a dash of wild child in her. She has the cleverest intelligence about her I’ve ever seen. She’s always got it together. Very clean, crisp and sharp. Charlotte’s never slutty. Of course, the calibration of the slut scale in this city is different than anywhere else in the world. Women in New Orleans don’t consider a lot of sex and sex partners slutty. This is the city that care forgot. What can you expect from a city that was originally settled by pirates and criminals? Morals didn’t play a starring role in New Orleans’ history and they barely make a cameo appearance today, despite the church crowd’s earnest efforts. Just look at the city’s early history. In the late 19th century, the city fathers created a prostitution zone for all so inclined to enjoy. Storyville was established by the New Orleans City Council, in an effort spearheaded by Alderman Sidney Story, to be a place where prostitution was not illegal. Not the same as legal in a technical sense, but that is the New Orleans way. They were not going to say it was legal, they just said it wasn’t illegal. So, from 1897 to 1917, Storyville was established by municipal ordinance to limit the sex trade in this wild, port city to a 16-block area. It didn’t limit prostitution; it just made it more convenient for the consumer.

Friendly exchange of sexual favors has never been condemned by this city. True to the tradition, never-close bars, strip clubs, and breast-flashing Mardi Gras revelers in the French Quarter all fall within the category of just clean fun in the Big Easy. Of course, this kind of frolicking goes on in other cities too. Maybe not as much as in New Orleans, but it goes on. Here, the ratio of hypocrites to “don’t give a shitters” seems to be more favorable.