PORN*…in the day
My parent’s generation used to claim they had to walk two miles to school every day, uphill and against the wind both ways. According to Howard Stern, radio icon and King of all Media, my generation’s equivalent to this difficult walk to school is we searched through National Geographics, New York Times underwear ads and an occasional Nudist Magazine for our porn.
Howard is correct.
Porn is easy for today’s kids to find.
What we considered racy is now found every day in magazines and the newspaper. What we thought was exciting on the big screen is now rated PG. What we hid under our mattress is now found by Googling “Nude Women.” What we skulked into basements and paid 50 cents to see in 8 mm film are now on DVD easily purchased in sleazy stores, found on cable TV, or downloaded from the internet. They are in color with fast forward, rewind and pause. And the women are hot, not skanky! (So I have been told.)
I remember the 1967 movie “Blow up.” There was reported to be a scene where a lady’s private parts were shown for a fraction of a second. A bunch of us immediately went to see this movie. We stayed for two viewings. In the scene which had a reported “beaver” shot, I saw nothing. I don’t think anyone saw anything. We all reported that it was amazing.
I never had to walk more than a mile to school, and it hardly ever snowed. The hills only went one way and sometimes the wind was at my back, but it was incredibly difficult to find porn and it wasn’t very good.
*The Cranky Old Man does not advocate pornography and finds it to be abhorrent and disgusting. References to pornography past and present come from second hand resources not personal experience.