
I guess you could say I was thankful to see the girlie poster hanging in my son's bedroom when I visited him yesterday. A shy young man, Brady has not shown a great deal of interest in romantic partners of any gender - or at least kept any such interest well hidden from Dad, whose damn business it is none of anyway.
What does concern me is that the objects of Brady's sexist objectification are not, well, really human, but computer generated. Very nicely formed virtual persons, but virtual none the less. Does this mean my son is a digisexual? (Not that there is anything wrong with that.)
Oh, in my younger years, I too experimented with relationships involving alternative media - Burrough's La of ancient Opar in print, Honey Ryder on the big screen in Dr. No, and TV's Barbara Eden in her little Jeannie costume were all fantasy creatures to be sure. Even the Eerie, ahem, "graphic novels" with their voluptuous, but always nipple-less, heroines were, I thought, pretty hot. But I will say this - I have always known my sexual orientation was analog, no matter how cheap and tawdry the paper constructs where these characters lived.
I can only hope when Brady finds a real girlfriend, she can measure up to Laura Croft and her Flashy ilk. Or at least he will discover that cells may have some advantages to pixels, no matter how well programmed.