“Porn Has Completely Destroyed Me There was a time - I’d say pre 1999 - when I would have tolerated a girl with an errant fat roll, a mildly problematic ass, or even non-porcelain veneered teeth. And come to think of it, I might have even green lighted a B cup chest. But with the installation of the high speed cable modem, alas, I am sad to say that those times have now passed. I now only want - and will only solicit affection from - girls with killer porn star looks and behavior. I am ashamed and I do not like what now stimulates me, but the Internet, with all of its quick fix, crack-like vices, has made me extraordinarily intolerant. Are you a Tufts or Harvard grad and a great conversationalist? Not important. Do you have a quirky sense of humor and a knack for cooking Asian Fusion cuisine? Don’t care. Would you like to discuss the sub-text meaning of the whip sawed brush strokes of that Kandinsky painting at the MFA? Fuck off. Be the source of a blood rush and make me throw a rod in my pants or kindly turn into anti-matter. I am ruined. I am dead on the inside. I am ashamed and embarrassed of what now stimulates me and I know that I am irrevocably changed for the worse. For all practical purposes, Internet porn has destroyed me. So who am I? Not who you’d think. Not the dandruff-haired blob of shit in the cube next to you. Not the UES Michigan frat boy. Not the faux disheveled Downtown hipster with the silly retro Puma sneakers. Sadly, I am the “normal” one that you’re actually interested in. Cultured, eloquent, well dressed. I am the one you discuss with your girlfriends over Sunday brunch. I am the one you hope to bump into at Karen’s pajama themed apartment party. I am the one who takes the lead, holds doors, and hails cabs. Shit. Do you dream of a man who will “love you just for you?” Do believe that you have peripheral, intangible qualities that men of substance will key upon and gravitate to? Do you shun the gym in favor of The Apprentice and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunkey Monkey, thinking that your black cigarette pants will sufficiently mask any belly spillage or ass expansion? Then forget it. It’s game over. You’re a walking, talking non-compete clause and you’re going to end up alone with a slobbering oversized Rotweiller named Chuckles. Pull your head out of your ass and be advised - porn viewing/obsession is spreading like the plague amongst my gender - upping the already unrealistic physical expectations, pushing boundaries in the bedroom (you’re down with anal, right?), and providing instant, customize-able sexual highs with the push of a button. If you’re female and you don’t posess prodigal, Einsteinian caliber intelligence that would propel the cause of humanity forward, and, if you don’t relish the idea of being alone, then … … throw every last dollar you have at your physical appearance. I’m serious. Personal trainer. Porcelain veneers. High-end boob job. Get scared and get it done. Do not extend my gender any credit. Do not hope that a guy will be in awe of your cello playing, your VP title, or your cute apartment. I promise you he won’t care. Don’t kid yourself into thinking he will. Men are programmed to respond to the visual. Look good or you’re alone.”
— Anon dude on craigslist, April 2005 Found at oneangrygirl.net
if you don’t relish the idea of being alone
The fact that men could be this despicable but still think their company is preferable to being alone. He literally just said he’s full of nothing but degenerate lust and values nothing except what will make his dick hard. This was very well written, though-props to him for that.
it was this bad already 21 years ago, yet porn wasn’t nearly as easily accessible back then than it is now. this opinion of his probably made him similar to the majority of men back then, but do we have a single male anywhere on this planet that doesn’t think this way anymore?
i am telling you, this is the real reason why the rates of marriages, births and straight relationships have gone down. and by this, i mean men’s absolute, complete inability to understand that jugdment travels both ways.
men tell women that they have just two options: 1) stay single or 2) spend time with a bully who hates you and expects you to change everything about yourself just so he can tolerate your presence enough to get an erection, but still give you nothing in return.
and then men act genuinely surprised when they realize women might actually pick option single. what do you mean loneliness is better than me treating you like shit? why would my treatment of you even be a consideration in your mind? what does it even have to do with anything? what do you mean this says something about me too? it is ME who is judging YOU, not the other way around!!!
men truly behave like shitty sweatshop managers: they expect you to work 16 hours per day for pennies, no insurance or benefits and no days off, and yet they invite you to a job interview with the sole purpose of forcing you to beg on your knees and explain why they should hire you. like “isn’t it obvious why you should want to work in my company? what do you mean i should offer something in return, that’s not how this works????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON’T WORK FOR ME???? HOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP THIS COMPANY RUNNING?????”


















