I haven't watched any pornography this week. The week isn't over, but I don't think I'll watch any. I'm not making any conscious effort not to watch any, that's just how the cookie crumbled, so to speak.
Pornography is one of those third entry issues in worldwide culture. People love it. In most places people have lobbied hard for their right to watch it. But it's just not good for you. You know that. I know that. We all know that.
Still, there it is. Everywhere. Free.
Somebody sure has gone to great lengths to make it available to you for free. I'd say thank you, but I'm not sure you've done me any favors. Or any of us.
In 5th grade this kid named Scott passed around these car part magazines to every boy in fifth grade. Why they were considered treasure to us at that wondrous age was because they had a picture of a naked woman washing a dirty car on page 25. Damn right I remember what page it was.
And that's the point. If there is a point. There really isn't a point, but that example of nudity charged my body with all the essential vitamins and minerals necessary to spend some alone time in the bathroom.
That's not really a good example because I was trying to workout the point that needing visual stimulation to get your equipment working probably is a losing proposition in the end.
Anyway, I might stop watching pornography next week. I might not. I feel like I should because it's far more wrong than right. You could try and construct some bullshit counterargument, but you'd be wrong, and you'd know it.
You could write some snarky article about it, but you'd probably sound like a fat person trying to convince themselves bacon fat iced cream is actually good for them. I don't really give much of a flying shit what you do. But I don't feel all right about pornography. Not as currently constructed.