Dalrock has been on Matt Walsh’s six for several posts. Matt lacks anyone to “have his six” aside from a fickle gaggle of gigglers who get boosted up with righteous indignation when he writes things they can hammer men with. Most recently Dalrock unpacks the innate hypocrisy on 50SOG and the Christian women who rationalize their way through the pages.
As I was thinking about the whole porn-is-evil-and-adultry thing, I thought about a guy I know whose wife kicked him out and divorced him for porn on his PC. A few months later she was pregnant by some random guy. Didn’t marry him, but at least had the baby. As far as I can tell she would still maintain that she was the moral actor in that sequence. This 50SOG thing is a lighter fictional take on that real world happening.
I was also thinking about some wisdom I saw in a cell phone ad. When the dad is leaving on a trip and climbing in the cab, the kids tell him they put videos on his phone for him to watch so he wasn’t too home sick. The wife says “I put a vid on there to , but (whisper) don’t watch it on the plane dear”.
How many men can imagine that scene? Oh sure, stuff like that isn’t as rare as a skull from Olduvai gorge, but its neither present in many marriages in the pews. Not that it need be r rated vids to achieve the effect, most marriages lack even a wink in this direction. I remember seeing that ad and wondering how many women silently were offended, some even speaking out indignant about how horrible that must be that that poor woman must pander to her man’s base drives that way.
The wife’s character in that ad was in possession of a rare form of medicine. It is a compound that is both a vaccine and an antidote, capable of preventing things from happening, and equally capable of boosting the man’s immune system to set right anything that ever may have happened and kill it off.
Rather, women rant that porn is adultery, then they use that to rationalize following their heart off to EPL land. Even things like the example I mentioned above fail to illustrate reality sufficiently to get women to catch a snap, as they rally to support that poor woman wronged by porn and by a husband that perhaps was worn down by consistent frigidity and rebellion.
They talk about that sort of thing in the neighborhood ladies book clubs. And they miss the forest for the terrariums they have painstakingly constructed.