When the video cameras from “Girls Gone Wild” come to your town - and they came to Austin the other night - there are certain expectations, and every single one of them has to do with bare skin. That in this day and age a girl can attain most righteous wildness by spurning the fundamental step of giving the public a peek.
Somehow, the bleached blonde with a toffee tan thinks that a girl can get wild without really getting wild. This is how the night went down, and how I put it into words …
Pointing a throng of cameras at a small stage, the “GGW” crew cajoled local women to partake in a strip contest with cash and travel awards. No matter your morals - it’s complicated - I viewed this as a curious sociological excursion.
Back when I was a roving cultural reporter and movie critic for a Texas newspaper, I was assigned the dubious task of covering the arrival in town of the “Girls Gone Wild” crew at a local dance club.
