Paying for erotic favors is okay, as long as your tastes are generic. That, in a nutshell, is the sexual ethic of the New York Post.
How else do you explain a paper where the top editors hang out at strip clubs at night and spend their days shaming fetish-club patrons by name?
I refer to coverage of the 67-year-old man who had to be hospitalized after an accident at the hands of a dominatrix in a Manhattan establishment called the Nutcracker Suite. Today, the Post crossed into ethically murky territory with a story that named the man (citing "law-enforcement sources"), and described his professional history, hometown and family situation. For good measure, the Post's reporters also took it upon themselves to phone the man's wife and fill her in on the details.