Idiosyncrasy

I was at a rather standard cafe today waiting for my car to be fixed. I had quite a bit of time to kill so I pulled out a book to read and order a coffee and a piece of apple pie. I felt like an early Gen-X’er that was really into Bukowski for a moment, as if I should be writing mediocre poetry into a moleskine. I began to prepare my coffee, one sugar and a plop of cream. The waitress I had was rather nice and projected the kind of character you would only get from a truly good person. I ascertained that she was an immigrant from her accented English and some chit chat she had with one of the other customers about coffee in her country. The unfortunate thing is that this woman was less than attractive. Actually I’m putting that rather nicely but you get the idea. I began to wonder in between bites of my pie if she didn’t get as much in tips as a pretty waitress would. If I had to guess I would say no but this person’s demeanor and attitude were so good that after the initial shock of her appearance she was rather pretty. I took a few sips of coffee and delved into the book I was reading. Chuck Klosterman’s Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. I was reading his justification of pornography as an odd social conscienciousness. In classic postmodern justification he references this as a self justification for watching porn thus almost making it all ok and a little less pretentious. If nothing else his essay on the subject is entertaining. Really the article is about the rapid evolution of the internet and how porn helps the ordinary user understand the internet. It’s a rather interesting read. All the time I was thinking why is it necessary to come up with a discourse around the need for pornography on the internet. Why should it even need to be justified, why can’t it just exist with a simple social understanding that it is available in a split second thanks to the series of tubes...