Context is everything. For a minute—and only a minute—pretend there was no such thing as jackass. No famous cackle from the even more famous face of Johnny Knoxville. No Who. No Why. No recently stalked and quite possibly very nearly raped Bam Margera. Just this grainy photo of a couple dudes in a dimly lit barn on par with what you might find in a more visceral Saw or Hostel flick, one of whom is only barely semi-clad, obviously roughed up, and painfully prone in the hay. What would you think? Perhaps something snuffly Eastern European? Deliverance is as Deliverance does? Just another rip roarin', hole borin' day in the hinterlands of Appalachia with a dash of southern comfort? Okay, time's up. Jackass is and always will be a silly smear on the world's underpants, so all is good, right, and natural in the universe with a purely symbiotic relationship between Ehren, the ass, and his tickled pink pals.
(Photo by Sean Cliver; California 2010)