I received a package the other day, a thin one, and I opened it to find a poster of Lindsey Lohan. I assumed that it was for my eight-year-old daughter and Lohan fanatic and was about to give it to her when I noticed two big letters on the upper right hand corner: a G and Q. I just subscribed to GQ and this is the gift I recieve? Ms. Lohan is fully clothed, her shorts a little short perhaps but not nearly as sexy as she was in Vanity Fair (which wastes no opportunity to show every single 17-19-year-old starlet in a bikini or less).

It's hard being a dad who loves looking at sexy women. When Elisha Cuthbert began on 24, I said, "Hmmm. In a few years..." Then I was watching Discovery Kids with my own and there she was, on a Canadian show taped maybe five-years-earlier. Whatever fantasy about her that I was beginning to nurse instantly vanished.

Today we are surrounded by porno and I don't think that that is necessarily a bad thing. Instead of sublimated our feverish desires until they explode in violent and harmful ways, everybody has an easy outlet.

But the kid thing is creepy and dangerous and needs to be squashed now. If a model is under-aged don't show her in a sexy bikini on the runway or in Vanity Fair. It's a slippery slope, as in all judgement calls, but our new and historically unprecedented access to sexy images necessitates us protecting our kids.