What there is, is a lot of online porn. In fact a study conducted in 2006 shows that 92 per cent of boys and 61 per cent of girls aged 13 to 16 have been exposed to online porn.
Statistically and realistically speaking that means my son will be exposed to porn in the not too distant future. I don’t balk at that fact. His dad looked at porn when he was young and I’m pretty sure that his grandfather did too. No issue with that – as long as the people that appeared in that porn did so of their own free will. But that’s not a debate I am getting into right now.
It’s more about the quality of the porn that my son may be exposed to. The lack of depth, so to speak.
Online porn in 2012 is as vastly dissimilar to the porn that his dad stored under his mattress in the early 80’s as Mother Goose is from Lady Gaga. I am sure it was truly spectacular at the time, but in retrospect it was naked women. Posed naked women. And maybe one or two images of very stylised intercourse. As he got older there was an old Betamax tape passed around but it was so jumpy, the tape so worn that I’m surprised he didn’t think that there was a lot more bouncing involved in the act.
Meanwhile the gender stereotyping that formed my adolescent years in apartheid South Africa more or less precluded me from being exposed to the same porn that my husband and his friends were furtively swapping behind the bicycle sheds. It turns out I was the lucky one.