To Click or Not To Click

Unfortunately my cell number, being an old one, has somehow and somewhere been added to some miser’s marketing database, or so I assume. I have recently been bombarded with some really provocative advertising sms messages, just to give you an example:

“re: Sophias filthy vids attached.” Web-link attached

“Got a new showerhead, the detachable kind. The pressures awesome” Web-link attached

Honestly I cannot help but smile. Who needs to search for ‘nothing mom’ videos when they come knocking at my door! According to an American internet security company, Optenet, almost 40% of the internet is occupied by pornography. Here’s a little experiment: Google the word “porn”. After doing so you should come up with at least 185 000 000 results in under a second, now that’s a lot of skin!

Excuse the pun in my asking, but what drives us to become so lustfully involved with raunchy fantasies and wild thoughts of perversion? Before answering that let’s probe (excuse the pun once again) a few considerations:
• We are all part of a sexual nature; don’t try to run away from it.
• Human autonomy does mean that people have different ‘interests’.
• Curiosity killed the cat but it got little boys in trouble, despite it being a normal human emotion.
• Pornography isn’t going anywhere so stop avoiding the topic, there’s nothing wrong with discussion.

Perhaps the primitive instincts that parallel evolution feed our curiosity to explore an otherwise ‘darker side’ of the Self. Perhaps our drive to even create pornography resulted from eons of suppression of sexual instinct, considering the need for certain social status and acceptability. Perhaps so called ‘sins of the flesh’ entice us more because of its growing abundance.

So I bring you back to my old dilemma; to click or not to click. “Sophias filthy vids” are a simple web-link away after all, but something holds a person back. Despite my lack of interest I think I am informed enough to know that spam = viruses (once again, excuse the pun) and more spam. Not to mention a severe possibility of embarrassment, nobody likes getting caught with their pants down…shall I ask for another excuse?