More porn please

An article in a national newspaper recently claimed that the greatest threat to modern marriage was Internet pornography.

What complete garbage.

 People, it proclaimed, could become as addicted to Internet pornography as they could to crack, alcohol or cigarettes.  Apparently some men spend up to eight hours a day looking at sexual images on the net.  If that’s the case then perhaps they should be awarded medals for their stamina.

Porn is harmless.  If you want to watch nubile young women being manhandled by ugly blokes with penises the size of tree trunks and hair cuts that look as if they’ve been done by a blind man with a hedge trimmer then that’s your business.  If you’re a man who says he’s never looked at pornography on the net you’re a liar and if you’re a woman who claims to despise it then you’ve been watching the wrong kind.

Supposedly it’s so evil because it exploits women.  Does it hell.  In the porn industry it’s the women who make all the money.  The biggest names are women and they enter into the business freely and of their own choice.  It pays them well and if someone chooses to make their living by being filmed doing what they’d normally do in the privacy of their own bedroom then whose business is it but theirs?   

If people didn’t want to watch pornography then no one would be making it.  It’s the same principal with drugs.  If no one wanted to take coke, crack or heroin then there’d be no drug problems in the world.  It’s a very simple equation.

Any man who feels threatened by male porn stars because his penis isn’t the size of a lifeboat needs help (well, he actually needs a slap) because he’s insecure about himself. Any woman who professes a hatred of the female stars is invariably jealous of their looks and figures.  People watch porn because they choose to, not because it’s forced down their throats (if you’ll excuse the phrase).

I wish the same were true of the plethora of so-called celebrities who pollute our screens, newspapers, radios and magazines.  Millions don’t care what Cheryl Cole, Fearne Cotton, Simon Cowell or any other of their ilk are doing but the media force us to see by bombarding us with their images all the time whether we want to see them or not.

Now that’s true pornography.