After Elvis performed in New York, a quarter of the seats had to be replaced because so many girls had wet their pants.

Need I say more?

In fact, if I wished to be understood, I'd have to say a lot more.  But perhaps I don't wish to be understood--It only antagonizes people (the vast, stinking heterosexual booboisie) to be told that the mean little shit (Elvis) they idolize as a singer and musician was a turd-vulgar necrophiliac with the soul of a cop.  And that girls' wetting their panties over him was the consummate expression of bad taste through bad manners; not (God help us all) "passion."  If people understood that, and how little I sympathize with (or at all like) young girls and their emotions (much less their pissing in their seats), they would grow angry with me and start heaving rhetorical brickbats at me, and even, if they could, real brickbats.  'Cause young, emotional, incontinent girls get a lot of slack in this Culture, and people, like me, who find them utterly distasteful, get a lot of grief.