Winning the Smut War One Mind at a Time
I had an experience yesterday. It was one of those experiences that at first is kind of bizarre, then kind of funny, and finally left me feeling sad when it was all over. I don't even know why I'm wasting time talking about it here and I doubt anyone will even read this. But if only one person gets something from this then I'll consider it all worthwhile. Yesterday I was in a bookstore and a man came up to the register and pointed behind it. At first I wasn't sure what he was pointing at until I discovered that it was a rack of pornographic magazines hidden out of view in the back. He could hardly mutter anything intelligible and basically mumbled that he would like to see some of them, asking if they were all the same and requesting to see various issues. There was no shame or embarrassment in the voice, just the deranged and lustful words of a dirty old man who wanted a Playboy or Penthouse that he hadn't seen yet. I don't know what difference there could be b...