Drunken Moms Deliver Intoxicating Progeny

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October 28, 2005

It may seem to be odd to get self-righteous about pornography. However, seeing enormous amounts of porn for a living has desensitized me from excitement over merely naked bodies. I expect substance from the images I see. That’s why it really burns me when a site tries to cash in on the latest trend in fetishes. It’s an insult to viewers when a niche is exploited to turn a buck but the content doesn’t deliver the theme. It’s as if the site developers don’t respect the tastes of their consumers. Sometimes I wonder if it’s intentional or if they simply...

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It may seem to be odd to get self-righteous about pornography. However, seeing enormous amounts of porn for a living has desensitized me from excitement over merely naked bodies. I expect substance from the images I see. That’s why it really burns me when a site tries to cash in on the latest trend in fetishes.

It’s an insult to viewers when a niche is exploited to turn a buck but the content doesn’t deliver the theme. It’s as if the site developers don’t respect the tastes of their consumers. Sometimes I wonder if it’s intentional or if they simply just “don’t get it?” I’ve learned that compared to advertising, TV and movies, porn is far more subjective in expressing ideals of attractiveness and what is sexy. Porn’s goal is to turn people on, not make them feel inadequate like the rest of media does so they spend more money at the drugstore on wrinkle creams, teeth whiteners and diet bars.

That’s why it’s refreshing to see a reality site, where although the set up may not be 100% authentic, at least the people starring in the scenarios are “real” amateurs. Take for example the recently reviewed Drunken Moms. They understand that bending the definition of MILF to create a broader appeal risks alienating diehard fans. Therefore, Drunken Moms delivers women who fulfill my youthful small hometown memories of horny, older broads from the other side of the tracks. Ladies that you know get it on with any younger dude (normally, even a third cousin once removed) after plying him with a meal of fish sticks, free cigarettes and Jack Daniels. Not attractive in any objective sense, rather they're available, easy and hot in a forbidden, “I can’t believe I’m banging the mother of Jim Bob from shop class” kind of way. All bad bleach jobs, tube tops, orange lipstick and blue mascara. It’s hot because it’s wrong. It’s so wrong that it’s right. Finally, somebody “gets it!”

Posted by Will Peters at October 28, 2005 1:59 AM

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