Saturday, November 22, 2003
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Addicted to porn?
The argument in favour of pornography is simple – the “anti” argument is the (pool-cleaner boy) pot calling the kettle (well-hung and) black. This prolix rant amply demonstrates my argument; it is repetitive, prurient, and ultimately degrading to its audience.
Otherwise, the whole “addiction to porn” concept is completely naff. Like swearing (but unlike gambling or alcohol), everyone, bar a tiny percentage of dysfunctionals, knows that porn only works when rationed, a.k.a. in moderation. If porn (or swearing) is used “full-time”, this is not a textbook study of addiction, but a deliberate, or at least reckless, overdose.
Oh, and the funniest thing I’ve read in ages is this:
Si Jones, a 39-year-old north London vicar who regularly counsels men trying to "come off" pornography, admits that, for him, too, it was his introduction to sex. "As a teenager, I watched porn films with my friends at the weekend. It was just what you did. It was cool, naughty and everyone was doing it." Set against today's habit of solitary internet masturbation, Jones's collegiate introduction to porn seems peculiarly sociable. (same URL)
Is it just me, or is the image of a teenage vicar-in-waiting, wanking-off in the parental loungeroom with a group of his mates – all presumably hetero – just wrong, spelt W-R-O-N-G?
If Good Porn Experiences involve playing soggy Sao with “peculiarly sociable” vicars, then what I had thought were the darkest depravities of poofterdom henceforth ever pale in comparison.
Addicted to porn?
The argument in favour of pornography is simple – the “anti” argument is the (pool-cleaner boy) pot calling the kettle (well-hung and) black. This prolix rant amply demonstrates my argument; it is repetitive, prurient, and ultimately degrading to its audience.
Otherwise, the whole “addiction to porn” concept is completely naff. Like swearing (but unlike gambling or alcohol), everyone, bar a tiny percentage of dysfunctionals, knows that porn only works when rationed, a.k.a. in moderation. If porn (or swearing) is used “full-time”, this is not a textbook study of addiction, but a deliberate, or at least reckless, overdose.
Oh, and the funniest thing I’ve read in ages is this:
Si Jones, a 39-year-old north London vicar who regularly counsels men trying to "come off" pornography, admits that, for him, too, it was his introduction to sex. "As a teenager, I watched porn films with my friends at the weekend. It was just what you did. It was cool, naughty and everyone was doing it." Set against today's habit of solitary internet masturbation, Jones's collegiate introduction to porn seems peculiarly sociable. (same URL)
Is it just me, or is the image of a teenage vicar-in-waiting, wanking-off in the parental loungeroom with a group of his mates – all presumably hetero – just wrong, spelt W-R-O-N-G?
If Good Porn Experiences involve playing soggy Sao with “peculiarly sociable” vicars, then what I had thought were the darkest depravities of poofterdom henceforth ever pale in comparison.
