After my last post, I got to thinking. I guess in a way, I may be contradicting myself from previous posts, and risking being hypocritical, but to continue on with my dislike for the term “alternative” or “alt” I have a few things to say. And although it is only sort of marginally related to porn, I felt the need to run my mouth off a little anyway because there are at least some connections. (Have you noticed, I LOVE run on sentences?)
Anyway, I recently downloaded the audio book off iTunes called “The Long Tail” by Chris Anderson from Wired magazine. The book basically describes how media and cultural things that were once limited, homoginized and controlled by mass corporate marketing engines are now being replaced my more of a micro niche culture of pretty much anything you want is now available, any time you want it. And while the diversity of limitless options available, especially in the porn world is nice “sometimes”, I can’t help but to start getting a little overwhelmed with the “too many options” world of today.
Even with something simple like going out to eat seems to be so incredibly hard to do anymore. Take going out for breakfast for example. If you live in a large metropolitan city these days, just try to go out and get a simple eggs and bacon breakfast at your local diner on a Sunday afternoon. Think about it seriously. I challenge you. Does that even exist anymore?
Now. if I want to not cook and go out to a restaurant for something simple to satisfy my hunger, I am faced with so many limitless choices and varieties of wheat grass, chipotle, asian cucumber salad omlette served on a Thai banana leaf covered in goat cheese and acai berry jam, and you eat it with chop sticks while on a floating patio served on top of a naked chick with japanese anime playing on a projector on the wall.
I mean, not really, but do you know what I mean? What the fuck is that??? At some point, I dont want choices. I just want to eat my fucking breakfast.
The same goes for sex. You cant just have sex anymore with a normal partner and just enjoy the experience. You can’t just pull up a photo of a typical in shape naked person and feel excited enough to wank off to it. In order to get it on these days, it seems you can’t even fit in and be socially acceptable unless you are willing to poke a tent stake through your dick, and hang from the ceiling fan by your nut sack while your significant other wears a trash bag, bunny slippers and a bone through their nose, reciting Shakespeare while getting gang banged by a bisexual penguin baseball team on top of a mechanical bull with dildos for horns. I don’t need fetishes, i don’t need clown porn…
I am so sick of going out for a drink with my wife to meet up with some new friends, just wanting to have a relaxing evening, talking about normal things and enjoying the conversation without the inevitable turning into.. “so… do you guys swing?”
See where I am getting at?
If you ask me, in this day and age of limitless possibilities, we are losing track of the fact that it’s hard enough in the middle of an economic crisis, trying to just get by, putting on a tie and getting up for work at 4am for a normal job and working your ass off just to pay the bills and feed your family so they can grow up healthy, safe and sane enough to compete and live and deal with all the mind numbing mass of limitless options, bullshit and resulting expectations that grow out of it all.
And people wonder why porn is so boring… It’s because we can’t have a relaxing recreational, jack off session to a normal naked girl anymore without the need for slicing it into limitless micro niches of fetishes, and accessorize it into a meaningless jumble of extreme.
Of course I understand that there has been a long, long road to getting to the point of having personal freedom of choice and expression, and am not suggesting we revert back to repression, communism or the dark ages, but I think in our pursuit of personal freedom, we inadvertently ended up in a state of individuality overload and I for one am getting to the point where there are now so many choices available and expected, that I no longer can make a decision and I am starting to find that even more repressive than not having a choice at all.
If you ask me, Joe Average is the real alternative, because he is almost becoming a dying breed. Or at least socially unacceptable, and i think that’s a sad commentary on society. So with that, I say fuck “alternative”. Limitless choices are sometimes nice and entertaining (and yeah, sometimes hilarious…), but somehow, today I just want my eggs and bacon.
