the Playboy Magazine in the kitchen

I don't know if this bothers anyone else out there, but I get particularly ired when movies blithely use the presence of pornography to illustrate the vacancy in a bachelor's love life prior to finding the love of his life. Herein Julia/ Hillary, mid-musical montage, finds magazines in the kitchen, and just kind of smiles, laughs it off, in a "boys will be boys" kind of way. In "About Last Night," when Demi Moore's character finds magazines in the under the sink in the bathroom (too, to musical accompanyment), their discovery is, again, laughed off. The magazines are tossed away as if to say, "There's a woman here now, and you are no longer needed."

It is just not that simple.

The persistent use of pornography more often than not leads to, and masks, very serious issues regarding intimacy with others, and I resent the widespread implication that just because a man masturbates to these images that he is only doing so only in anticipation of a real woman. Or, that the "real woman" will soon supplant the necessity of such images. It is just not true. Pornography is addictive, and it is irresponsible for movies to imply otherwise.