Over the past week, an extraordinary story played out, in which a married Canadian college professor fell into a three-day coma during a secret jaunt to a bondage club in New York. In the club, he was left alone as he preferred, after being hooked up by a dominatrix to a device called "the wheel," and began to choke when his foot slipped out of a high-heeled shoe he was wearing and the rope attaching him to the ceiling went taut, nearly choking the man to death. The New York Post broke the story Wednesday and Thursday in basically the same tabloidy way it covers any other story it cares about: the man was named, was interviewed in the hospital in an impaired state of consciousness and his wife was phoned by a Post reporter before she heard the news elsewhere. Not terribly groundbreaking by Post standards. But sex writers, plus, kind of randomly, this one guy from Portfolio, are in a snit, with the sex writers insisting, variously, that people not have sex with anyone who reads the Post (crazytalk!) or that people disseminate information about kinky News Corp. executives (tips@gawker.com), all because the Post named the kinky professor, then had their flack say "The Post will happily name every adult caught in a dog collar," and called cheating on your wife a "shameful habit." This is insane.