The Porno-Industrial Complex

Aaron Simon Louie, Los Angeles Contributor

To so quote Pres. Ike(‘s trademark catch-phrase), much has been said about the military-industrial complex to ad nauseum effect, relating on how the arms industries can corrupt the democratic/republican principles of governance. But not much, if ever, has been heavily debated about the one that’s born of the “Make-Love-Not-War” mantra, that’s just as massively corporate as the militarist version–But still just as bad, if not worse as the very thing it sought to replace: it’s what I humbly refer to as, “The Porno-Industrial complex, (AKA the sexual-industrial complex).”

In this complex, the “sex sells” dogma becomes the robotic, marching orders for a new consumer generation–especially with male consumers, taught to believe that if you buy product X, or brand A, you’ll not only get laid constantly, but get laid constantly–while getting paid for doing so in one prestige job or another. This is the case with not only the dinosaur school of thought best known as, “The Playboy Philosophy,” but likewise nowadays with what I refer to as, “The Maxim Magazine, Lad Magazine philosophy”–given how much Hefner’s corporate label is now declining in fortune, if not too, relevance. Here, like with the Esquire generation (i.e, think of it as your granddaddy’s generation of Maxim or Playboy), men are taught to incorporate the noble work ethic with the not-so-noble mores of sexual entitlement.

In this complex, men are taught that if you purchase/wear the right clothes, purchase/drive the right cars, purchase/wear the right cologne, or even act the right way (i.e, display contrived bravado to match those loud materialism, as opposed to being yourself), you will not only get laid, but be fulfilled in “the right values system” of living… but truth be told, it’s probably more like needless, shallow-primal survivalist thinking, that forbids the luxury of being content with what you have–AND yet, work with what you still have, so as to finally figure out rightfully, who you really are–without the pricey clothes, cars, body fragrances, etc… to compensate for whatever lacking you may have…

And furthermore, in questioning the complex’s, ‘guy’ mandates, I will have to respond (rhetorically), “What’s this need for guys to be universally well-endowed? I mean the last time anyone was able to fulfill these unrealistic standards was porn actor John Holmes from the mid to late 70’s–AND WE KNOW HOW HE TURNED OUT!”

I mean, in examining the tragic fate of the actor best known (persona-wise) as “Johnny Wad,” I can’t help but speculate what sort of issues John Holmes had to counter (Freudian) compensate for his personal shortcomings as truly fulfilled person. And with this in mind, what should this say to our Lad magazine generation, who idolized guys like him (or at least in some other variations, i.e, Hugh Hefner, Girls Gone Wild’s Joe Francis), whom assumed that by engaging in cutthroat, workplace politics/materialism, you too can afford the AXE, BOD fragrances-for-men-caliber dreck, so as to attract the mythical, “hot women”–never mind the fact, that these ladies are just as insecure and shallow as they (the guys) are! I mean, damaged materialistic goods (i.e, guys) attracting other, damaged materialistic goods (i.e, girls)… how not-so-ironic that the very people that put their sex-centric values on materialism are also applying them onto themselves… almost no differently than the Giorgio Armani suit that can easily go out of style as the polyester leisure suit–ONLY TO BE REPLACED BY SOME OTHER GIORGIO ARMANI SUIT OF THE MOMENT(!), sort of like the ‘variety’ of young women at The Playboy Mansion… and did I failed to mention off-tangent, that The Hef, actually experimented both ways (like Holmes)?(!)

And with the recent Wall Street meltdown, how many rich players, have found themselves in a situation resembling going from the penthouse to the poorhouse? I mean, how much of a fortune do you need in order to keep a bunch of high maintenance gold-diggers, before they start sprouting wings?

In relaying this on a greater, socio-political level, I am reminded of how much taxpayer dollars are invested in school-distributed condoms, etc… never mind the fact that according to some studies, not as many teens are having sex as portrayed on Gossip Girl, MTV, etc…! In college, much, much less; I guess that’s why we have a euphemism called, “getting lucky” (’cause it takes only a very elite few to sample this over-hyped, forbidden fruit–much of which I’m surmising is going to taste more like bitter melons!). It doesn’t take much for me to also opine if the porno-industrial complex–best known here as the prophylactic corporate lobby–have been solidifying itself, lots and lots of lucrative government contracts with their (inefficient) public schools, much in the same way Haliburton or even Blackwater Ops. was with the last administration’s, Iraq War policy; and with whatever scandals of Gardasil, Yaz, methinks it won’t be long until somebody (with more serious journalistic gravitas than Katie Couric, Rachel Maddow, Bill Moyers, etc…) will start asking serious questions about how much hard-earned tax dollars are wasted on these shoddy condoms, sex-related “medications,” that can cause as much bodily damage as say, a faulty Patriot missile or costly-overrun F-35 fighters–albeit under the guise of “safe sex,” or “universal health care…”

I guess that’s why in personally-customizing a Fight Club quote–a quote of which I’m learning, has been referenced almost as religiously as any Bible verse, a la John 3:16, I would like to offer to this world, my 2 cents worth of a widow(er)’s mite of wisdom:

There’s entire generations, pumping gas, waiting tables… slaves to BDSM collars, advertising cars, clothes, working in jobs we hate, so we can buy vain dreck we don’t need–or really want in the first place(!). We’re middle children of history with (perpetual) midlife crises’, taught by nihilistic-snobbish society that we have no true purpose or place (in history). We are denied (by guilt-tripping) of any Great War to test our masculine character–or even Great Depression (thanks in part to feel-good socialism). Our Great War is a spiritual war; our Great Depression is our politically-correct, sheltered lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’ll be millionaire playboys, (metro-sexual) hunky movie gods or porn stars–BUT WE WON’T… we’re slowly learning that biblical fact (especially if you’re a heterosexual Asian male!)… AND WE’RE VERY, VERY PEEVED OFF/DISILLUSIONED!

One comment

  1. this article was clearly written by someone who can’t get laid

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