I feel a bit like Scarlet Johanssen’s character in Lost in Translation right now…
I’m sitting in an Internet cafe right now checking e-mail and stuff (my computer’s not working properly), and I had to do an audio double-take about five minutes ago. I wasn’t sure that I was really hearing what I was hearing–a woman’s voice mid-coitus. Someone’s watching a porn flick, in a public Internet cafe, with the volume turned up high enough for anyone to hear.
At ten in the morning.
Now, I’m all for freedom of expression and all that, but come on! Watching porn in a public place where kids sometimes hang out? Makes me wonder if people maybe shouldn’t exercise a little something called “self control”.
Then again, a couple of years ago when I went to buy a calendar, I saw nude calendars being sold right out in the open. We’re talking everything from swimsuit model-type stuff to women bathing nude in hot springs, right up to full-blown bondage calendars.
And what was on the partition facing across from them? Children’s calendars.
Yes, I need to rant today.