This morning, I stumbled on this article/: from what is quickly becoming one of my favorite blogs, Rachel Lucas (but don't worry - I have enough love in my heart for ALL of you!).
So, I read the article and I'm thinking.... OK. We're talking about Playboy and Penthouse here. First of all, those are two of the stalest skin mags I have ever seen. Secondly, I wholeheartedly agree with Rachel that no one can tell another person how or how NOT to spend the money they've rightfully earned. Ms. Lucas also touches on the point of the phenomenon of some people's (namely, women) aversion to pornography (and I use that term very loosely when in context of the two magazines in question). But, that is where I'm going to pick up this gauntlet.
I have never fully understood why most women get their hackles up about this sort of thing. It's a 2 dimensional (or 3, in the case of movies) image. The chances of any guy meeting any woman in a magazine or movie is about as close as the odds of winning the lottery.
I have a very close family member who has starred in several porn films. I won't go into detail here other than to say the relative in question is a female. Let's call her Mimi. Mimi has told me that the industry is all about the women and they call the shots. No woman is ever made to do anything she doesn't want to do.
I'm talking about legal porn that utilizes only consenting adults (meaning no one is under duress or being forced to perform) here, just to clarify a bit.
She enjoyed her work and made a lot of money. She could have been flipping burgers at a fast food joint, but she CHOSE to become a member of the adult film industry. And all of her colleagues were in the same boat.
Sure, some of the people have substance abuse problems, but so do people in real life -- and people in Hollywood legit films. Where there's a hefty paycheck, drugs usually aren't too far behind. But that doesn't mean that men or women ONLY appear in the films because they're strung out on drugs. A junkie will find a way to get their fix no matter what.
So, that's my two cents on it. But, then again, lots of things don't bother me that DO bother other people. So, if you feel I'm wrong, please feel free to keep it to yourself. Thx.
**Actually, forget that last part. I was frustrated and had been working on these pathetic few paragraphs for hours and it just wasn't coming together.... I had finally just HAD it and wrapped it up in a huff.