Do Me Hard In Hell

This is how I spend my off hours at work. Online. I'm sure that habit doesn't make me unique in the slightest. But do you find, like I do, that you may start off at one of your favorite haunts, only to follow a seemingly endless chain of links before you end up somewhere entirely unexplored? That's basically how I found most, if not all, of the links to the left here. That's probably one of the things I adore about the internet.

Today, I started out at The Park Bench. It's a blog that I discovered recently and added to my weekly (but not daily) rotation. Eventually, I ended up at Reverse Cowgirl. It's a blog about porn, sex, prostitution...let's just say "the pleasure industry". The blog was named on Time Magazine's recent list of top 25 websites (or something like that). Funny - I read about that article on about 5 different sites, but never once visited the Time site, or even had to (or even wanted to). Frankly, I could give a shit about Time Magazine.

But, the point of this post isn't to catalogue the odd twists and turns my slacker adventure consisted of this afternoon. The point is that, after reading a little bit of Reverse Cowgirl, I wanted to know some personal information about the blogger. Whenever I read something, I try to take into consideration things like who the person is, what their purpose for writing is, and if that person is trying to convince me of something, do their beliefs align with my own? I think these things are important. If I'm reading a piece of paper, contradicting the validity of the ideas put forth in The DaVinci Code, and I turn that piece of paper over to discover that it was distributed by the christian church, I'm soooooo less likely to believe anything said paper has to tell me. It's because I know their agenda, and I vehemently disagree with their beliefs.

I found a list of prestigious publications that the author of Reverse Cowgirl contributed to, and I found a picture. Not much to go on, but part of the beauty of the internet is anonymity and I don't begrudge the woman the desire to keep to herself. So I clicked on the picture. I clicked on it again. Then I clicked on "enlarge picture". I concluded that the woman in the picture is "way too skinny."

So...did I go through all that trouble just to pass judgement on this woman? What was I looking for, really? A connection of some kind? What does it matter to me how thin this woman is? I'm not going to fit her for a dress, it's not as if I'm going to date her and it's far less likely that I'll ever meet her in person. But, then consider that her appearence isn't going to sway me from reading her blog. Am I a shallow bitch, hoping to find fault in everyone? What's the deal?

(I thought this post was going somewhere, but it seems to have petered out. Sorry.)