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Louis Magazzu, N.J. Politician, Resigns After Nude Photos  Appear Online 
 
 




NJ Politician  Louis Magazzu Makes an Increasingly Common  Mistake


Louis Magazzu in the buff. Hope you're happy,  America. 




TRENTON, N.J. -- So now it’s powerful South Jersey politician and father of 
 five Louis Magazzu—Cumberland County freeholder, former chair of that 
county’s  Democratic Party—who’s stepped down after naked photos of him turned 
up online.  Magazzu originally sent the cell-phone photos at the request of 
a woman friend  who, it turned out, was in cahoots with what he now calls “
an avowed political  enemy.” Hey, Lou? Guess what? This is going to come as a 
huge shock to you, I  know, since you clearly think your dick is the eighth 
wonder of the world. But  women don’t want to see it. We don’t want to see 
grainy gray cell-phone photos  of Anthony Weiner’s underpants, either, or 
Christopher Lee’s torso. Venus to  Mars: We don’t care! 
 
Is there some way we can make this more plain for you? If a lady-friend you 
 chat with online asks you to text her photos of your naked bod, she’s not 
your  lady-friend. And if she doesn’t ask—if you just spontaneously feel 
like making  the magnanimous gesture of gifting her with a cell-phone snap of 
your most  private parts—you’re dumber than dirt. That is not your best 
side.
 
You know those gorgeous, glossy, expensively staged porn magazines you love 
 to “read”? Women don’t. We’re not wired that way. You know who types the 
words  “free porn” into search engines 97 percent of the time? Guys, that’
s who.  Remember Playgirl? It stopped printing a print edition. Then it came 
back to  print, but with an audience its own spokesman admits is 
predominantly male. If  we didn’t want to see Keith Urban’s turgid spear, gentlemen, 
why would we want  to see yours? 
 
Sending naked cell-phone photos to a woman isn’t “flirting.” Buying her  
flowers is flirting. Staring into her eyes over a couple of glasses of good 
wine  is flirting. Dancing with her is flirting. Pulling down your Dockers to 
take a  photo of your personal tent city? Not.
 
Samantha on Sex and the City is a fictional character. You want a woman’s  
gratitude and affection? Keep your cell phone in your damned pocket and 
vacuum  the living room.
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