Not About Sex

I know for a fact that if I wrote about my sex life I would have many more readers. In fact, if I turned this blog into a forum about sex among baby boomers, I could probably put ads on it for things like Viagra and Cialis and Depends and make a lot of money. I am not going to, mostly because I'm a dummy who cares less about making money than retaining a shred of dignity.

These thoughts were triggered by a rave review of a new Austrian film entitled "Paradise: Love." It is supposedly great because it's all about lonely and pathetic middle-aged American tourists who travel to certain parts of the world and pay for degrading sex in foreign countries, and how sad their lives are and how degrading the sex is, and how it must have been so hard on the actors too because they were also degraded just by performing some of the degrading acts, but it's such a great movie. Huh? Great movie about horribly sad and degrading subject? Oh right, sex sells. Anything, all the time, to whomever, for reasons I don't understand.

Don't get me wrong; I like sex. In fact, if I didn't, and I wrote about that, I would also get me some readers. People are screwed up and love to read about other people who are screwed up even more. Do it in the nude and you've got a hit. If only I had the nerve...