Condoms, Condoms, Condoms

What a lucky break for the Trojan prophylactic company, and what a potentially embarrassing, although entirely uncontrollable, image snafu for the Democratic Naitonal Convention.

Reporters, staffers and even delegates walking toward the 14th street magnetometer checkpoint have to first survive a a guantlet of yellow-shirted condom-bearing soldiers hired by the  Trojan company to promote its safe-sex, sex-positive message.

The DNC is not amused, although there's nothing they can do: Trojan rented the parking lot from the owner of the adjacent building.

As one reporter accepted a condom, he was heard to say to the vendor, "You think I have time to get [lucky] this week?"

Here's my (revealing?) interview with the Trojan folks.