Enough About Me. Have You Seen My Ass?

At what point does a red carpet photo op become a sort of bizarre OB-GYN exam? Because that seems to be where this "op" is heading. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. It's just that I've never seen such a blatant "anybody wanna get a shot of my ass" manuever. After hours at a downtown bar, maybe. But not, y'know, at the Grammy Awards.

That said, if this is just another step toward the "assing of America," then I'm all for it.