The Battle of the Sexes

On Craigslist, a (presumably) young man confesses that porn has ruined him. He used to be turned on by ordinary-looking girls with personalities, now he requires big fake tits and an enthusiasm for anal sex. Rather than weep for the state of his own soul, he advises all those perfectly nice, normal women that if they want a man they need to get with the new porn paradigm. Similarly, on Fark (yes, too much web-surfing lately), another guy advises girls that they need to be willling to do whatever freaky thing he's into at the moment (no concern for what gets her freak on) because if she won't, another hotter girl will.

Now, admittedly, I'm probably a bit outside these fellows' audience, but for the sake of argument--let's say I accept the problematic assumption that I have only two options: Mold myself to fit some kind of banal male fantasy, or accept a life of lonely chastity. Why the hell would I want a man like that? If those are my options, I'd rather have my self-respect than a troglodyte for a partner. The pleasures of solitude are not insubstantial. The most exquisite orgasms I've ever had have been delivered to me via the bathtub faucet. Maybe that's too much information--but I'd like to be with a man who takes that as a challenge to do better, not a reason to shrug his shoulders. And who thinks that challenge is hotter than a pair of big fake tits. I have hope and faith that men like that will always exist, even if they're always a rarity.

It's not that I'm against porn, either. But I'm not the first to notice that the burgeoning of internet porn has had some negative affects. Nothing is mysterious or forbidden anymore--it's like we turned on the lights in the haunted house. Boring.