It was 2004 when Janet Jackson flashed the nation, accidentally or intentionally, by revealing her pierced nipple under a break-away piece of costume. Regardless, the publicity temporarily revived her failing career. Almost 10 years later, such incidents are commonplace: Rihanna, during a live performance, had full-breast exposure; while Selena Gomez, also at a concert, went underwear less and showed the audience her private parts, as did super-model Kate Moss, emerging obliviously from a car. In these recent cases, it was no accident: wearing a deathly plugging neckline during a dance routine, or going without underwear at a concert or public event, in barely there frocks and a dress slit-up to the waist, is a calculated scheme for attention. It’s the A-listers playing porn-stars, and then feigning innocent ignorance. For some strange reason, the public persistently admires these women as serious artists and entertainers. For myself, I respect a Jenna Jameson above those imposters. At least Jenna was honest about what she did; she didn’t hide behind the mask of false legitimacy.