Everything to do with Rogers

A few weeks ago I attended The Everything to do With Sex Show at Exhibition Place. One would normally expect to come away from such a show with horrid/tantalizing tales of debauchery, but in all honesty, I found the show to be rather tame. There was, however, one booth that caught my attention like no other. The booth belonged to Rogers.

The booth was typical Rogers: it was all red and their logo was placed throughout; a wide selection of Rogers printed collateral was scattered about and available for perusal; large, full-colour photos of happy, wholesome families enjoying their Rogers service adorned the walls. The booth was everything I had come to expect from the company, having passed many of its stores and kiosks. The one thing I wasn't expecting was the two, large, flat-panel televisions and the three or four naked bodies that, um, danced across their screens.

Sure, it was a sex show, and of course I expected to see a few nudie flicks on screen. It was odd however to see such films being played at the Rogers booth—a booth that could have been in any mall or department store—and especially alongside such family-friendly images. The Rogers booth was by far the oddest thing I had seen that night. By comparison, everything else at the show was pure vanilla.