BARBER'S APPEAL As young boys, my brothers and I were regularly sent to the barber's shop. Although I normally hate waiting, I didn't mind doing so at the barber's. That's because the barber had a table loaded with magazines. But these were not just magazines. Their titles were De Lach ('the smile') and Piccolo. Harmless titles, you may think. But De Lach and Piccolo had two important ingredients which were missing in other magazines. The first was naughty cartoon jokes. I guess I was too young to understand even half of them. The second attraction was formed by photos of girls in bikinis and other revealing outfits. In hindsight, I wonder what these girls did to me. After all, I was nine or ten years old and I doubt whether the glands that respond to such literature had already started secreting. I don't know if my parents found out about this special attraction exerted by the barber's shop. But after some time my dad started cutting our hair. My younger brother was his first victim. Several times my father tried to correct the assymmetry by alternately trimming hair from one side and from the other. The result was horrendous. These days, I get tons of spam. Most of it is filtered by my Internet provider and goes straight into my spam box. When I see the messages in
my spambox, it strikes me how different today's porn is from what the magazines on the barber's table had to offer
more than half a century
ago. | ||||
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