Purchasing your poor little rich girl
Facetious Hardcore suggests you
put on Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl" as you read this
Lately I've had to look at a lot of these latex
love doll sites, and I'd thought I'd encountered all the variations possible:
black, white, asian, animal, fat, thin, latex, inflatable, and those based on
actual porn stars. Then I encountered
this:
She is your dream
girl. She has uptown tastes but downtown needs. She is a life size doll that is
well taken care of.The rich bitch love doll has long legs and curvaceous hips,
silky hair and three bitchin' holes. Enter her mouth, ass or vagina for repeated
ecstacy!
That's right this doll
is independently wealthy. This doll helps the blue collar slob realize his
erotic class-crashing fantasies. How? It looked like any other doll to me, minus
a string of pearls which may have been included or may have just been a serving
suggestion (like the mashed potatoes shown on Gardenburger's vegeterian meatloaf
boxes). Maybe the latex is soaked in
Khiels.
This included narrative all
seems rather superfluous considering that the very idea of a latex love doll
requires a strong suspension of belief to begin with. I've never used one, but I
have thrown around a beach ball. It's a leap to think it flesh, and I would
think once you'd made it that far you could well imagine her as anything, for
richer or for poorer.
But in porn
it's not the actuality that's interesting, but the earnest presentation of
fantasy, and the perceived need on the part of the consumer. From romance novels
to rock songs to films (Danielle Steel, the Rolling Stones, and
Loverboy
respectively) class transgressions have a remarkable appeal. Sex is the great
social equalizer. In these narratives the rich men are incapable of providing a
good shag, so the women slum about and get it on with the woodsman, the auto
mechanic, or the scrappy rocker. The uptown girl gets laid, gets the thrill of
transgression, and the downtown boy gets sex, but he also gets a meal. He gets
to trespass and stick it to the man. He never has to buy her dinner. He never
has to buy her at all.
Unless she's
a love doll. Then you even have to pay her transportation (in the form of
shipping and handling) and maybe even tax. And she won't take you out for fillet
mignon or give you her husband's watch. So where is the appeal then? In the end
some corporation has taken your money, while you jack off with an inflated
fantasy of class equalization.
And
really, if that kind of thing turns you on, there's always the Bush tax plan.
Either way you'll have to watch for the "trickle down."
Posted: Mon - November 17, 2003 at 06:24 PM