Porn: It is not what the Internet is for; it just seems that way. Given enough time, using any search engine, going through enough results and searching for just about anything will reveal at least a few porn sites. There is no shame in it, and there is hardly any use denying it either; the single most popular and profitable aspect of the World Wide Web is porno. I’m perfectly ok with that: You want it, you can find it and no embarrassing video tapes to return. You want to talk dirty to someone and not have to pay the expensive phone bills, there you go. But the market is now oversaturated; too many people have decided the best way to make a quick buck is by taking their clothes off in front of a Web cam. These overzealous entrepreneurs are reaching out to us, not satisfied that we will find them if and when we decide our viewing of skin has slacked below acceptability. Slowly or well, maybe not that slowly, the Internet is becoming centered on the solicitation and sale of pornography.
If you use e-mail, then you probably have asked yourself: Is seeing women have sex with farm animals really that popular? The question has come to my mouth now several times because at least once a week or so, I get a message with something to the effect of “”Jane goes to the farm”” or “”Dog nasty”” in the subject line. The dubious part is: I keep blocking the senders, but that seems to make no difference. Whatever it takes to get your rocks off and all, but seriously, are there that many people out there who are roped in by these ads to warrant such a widespread and haphazard approach as mass unsolicited e-mails?
Penis enlargement is another popular e-mail that everyone seems to get, hawking bigger, thicker, longer, blah blah blah. Is this really what people think will solve their problems? Get a bigger dick and all of a sudden the fact that you’re a social reject who can’t talk to girls will vanish. It’s like the time I was accosted by a girl in Pacific Beach who was trying to sell me imposter cologne/perfume. After refusing to purchase any for myself, she suggested I get some for my girlfriend. When I stated that I didn’t have a girlfriend, she said, “”Probably because you don’t wear cologne.”” As if my scent is what has really been turning the ladies away, and once that single aspect of my personality is overcome, I will become the proverbial player; but I digress.
Advertising for pornography seems to fund most of the interesting and macabre sites on the net. I enjoy a few picture post Web sites, but most are so blanketed with porn ads that if anyone sees me looking at pages like drug and sex-obsessed Consumption Junction (http://www.consumptionjunction.com) or the outright disturbing Stile Project (http://www.stileproject.com) they ask if I am looking at porn. No, there is a lot of porn on the site, mostly ads, but it’s not an actual porn site.
The popular chat program AIM (AOL Instant Messenger) is now becoming another means for random and blanketed pornography distribution. The pitch is more stylized to the format of the text-only delivery system. The messages look something like “”Hey there sweetie. : ) My name is Jane, I just got a new web cam, and I love to play! : )Won’t you come watch me? : )”” You know, I would have simply warned and then blocked you like so many others, but that last extra smiley face was too much! I must go to your Web site! Out of morbid curiosity, I’ve clicked a few times; every once in a while, its fun to see what is lurking under the rocks, but I’m far from impressed and even farther from excited. *Yawn* Maybe I’m just too jaded, maybe I’m too cynical, but reading that some strange girl enjoys thinking about men looking at her is laughable at best. In fact, it feels a little insulting. Reading “”I’m hot for you”” at the same time as countless anonymous others makes me a tad cold inside.
