We all watch porn; let’s not bother denying the facts. According to Family Safe Media, 9.4 million women access adult websites each month, and 90 per cent of 8-16 year olds have viewed porn online. So when I watch porn (oops, confession!), I make sure that no one is around. It would be pretty embarrassing if someone walked in on me and found me… watching naked people perform the same act that you and your parents have all engaged in.
It’s strange though… I hide porn from my family but I’ll happily leave toxic magazines strewn around the place. People might criticise porn for its glamourisation of violence or for the pre-pubescent hair styling it favours. But women’s magazines are worse. Masquerading as a fashion, health, or beauty glossy, they tell females that there is only one type of attractive. If you’re not a five-foot-seven C-cup with blonde hair, then YOU’RE NOT BEAUTIFUL.
True, some magazines have taken it upon themselves to self-regulate, a step in the right direction for sure. But these editions, which star a token curvy girl, don’t address the real issue. If magazines wanted to help women, they would use healthy girls as models every month. Porn is a film industry, which certainly has its tanned buxom blondes and women with no discernible fat. Unlike magazines, though, porn has diversity.
Caitlin Moran wrote in How to Be a Woman that nobody in porn videos seem to be enjoying themselves. I would have to argue, in porn’s defence, that she probably hasn’t done enough web browsing. The fact is there is something there for everyone. You like piercings? You’re covered. Threesomes, orgies? You’re in luck. Do you like lots of foreplay and softly lit scenes? There’s porn being made to that exact criteria. Every thirty-nine minutes, a new pornographic video is created in the United States. Big breasts, small breasts—they’re all being caressed.
Strangely, women’s magazines are prolific, yet volume doesn’t necessarily correlate with variety. I like watching and reading things that are relatable or aspirational. I don’t want to aspire to heroin chic—a so-called beauty style where the individual is so thin and fragile they look like they have a drug problem.
Porn has heard my cries (or lack thereof). The media has not. I’m not saying porn in its entirety is perfect. But read a women’s magazine, then watch some porn and tell me, which was more fun? I’d rather read my boyfriend’s deer hunting magazines than purchase a magazine designed to make me feel ugly and insecure. I’ll take porn any day.