Pornography, I reckon that’s the cause of it.
‘Cause once you stop seeing a woman as a person
and just something to be penetrated, etcetera,
you know, it becomes difficult to lose that image.
But like video games and violence I could be wrong
and I don’t want to make any statements ex cathedra.
She smiles. Don’t you know the difference between
a correlation and causation? Pornography has always
existed. Christ, the first things we scratched on walls
as so-called troglodytes were women with their tits out;
legs spread open next to sabre-toothed tigers. God, Freud
would’ve had a field day with the size of the men’s balls.
I laugh. Before thinking to myself that she has a point.
The funny thing about intelligence is that it’s a poker hand:
you can use a little to bluff having a lot; and when you
have a lot you can bluff having too little. Like how wise men
often play the fool. Why are you telling me this? She asks.
I’m not sure. I guess I’d never before considered that point of view.
By Ryan Havers