I can't exactly say how it reached my consciousness, but sometime over the past week, I've been made aware of chatroulette.com. I'm not quite sure how I feel about its existence, but my quick and dirty, informal analysis of the site is as follows:
Of those who are actually people (not empty chairs, close-ups of the wall/carpet/infinite darkness) approximately 97% of those participation on CR are guys. Roughly 99% of those males aren't wearing any pants. Nearly 70% of the men without pants are INCREDIBLY well endowed. (And, at this point, I'll take a slight departure from the review of decadence in the new millennium and say this: if you ARE one of these glorious freaks of nature with a schlong that could be easily mistaken as a third leg... for fucks sake, don't GIVE it away. Get PAID for it, son. Male actors in the porn industry don't make as much as the female stars, but sweet leaping Christ... you can sustain a comfortable lifestyle built on the rubbery spine of that crotch monster you're waving around on the internet for free... just my 2 cents.) About 20% of the original 97% are underage boys dying to see tits (or more)... the look of either abject horror or crushing disappointment would suggest that their efforts have only delivered them to the cyberspace doorstep of the aforementioned 99%...
The 3% of women that make up the rest of the site are always crammed into the camera shot with two friends, giggling wildly about God only knows what...(probably the crotch shot of a guy's third leg) and at least 50% of the females are of questionable age. No women are ever naked... not even a little bit. Not even half a boob... forget it and move on.
Now, roughly 15% of ALL people on CR (regardless of sex) wear a disguise. Latex masks of every sort of political figure or horror monster have a good home on the site, and 67% of that group have apparently based dinner parties around the idea (genius) to fuck with the 99% of the 97% of males who are abusing their junk on screen.
I don't know how to properly analyze any of this or what truths it might reveal about modern life in our global society, but I strongly feel as though we, as a whole, are completely fucked...
I need to find a way to bury this new sense of impending Doom that the whole experience has left me with... I need to bury it deep, otherwise I'll never sleep again.
Of those who are actually people (not empty chairs, close-ups of the wall/carpet/infinite darkness) approximately 97% of those participation on CR are guys. Roughly 99% of those males aren't wearing any pants. Nearly 70% of the men without pants are INCREDIBLY well endowed. (And, at this point, I'll take a slight departure from the review of decadence in the new millennium and say this: if you ARE one of these glorious freaks of nature with a schlong that could be easily mistaken as a third leg... for fucks sake, don't GIVE it away. Get PAID for it, son. Male actors in the porn industry don't make as much as the female stars, but sweet leaping Christ... you can sustain a comfortable lifestyle built on the rubbery spine of that crotch monster you're waving around on the internet for free... just my 2 cents.) About 20% of the original 97% are underage boys dying to see tits (or more)... the look of either abject horror or crushing disappointment would suggest that their efforts have only delivered them to the cyberspace doorstep of the aforementioned 99%...
The 3% of women that make up the rest of the site are always crammed into the camera shot with two friends, giggling wildly about God only knows what...(probably the crotch shot of a guy's third leg) and at least 50% of the females are of questionable age. No women are ever naked... not even a little bit. Not even half a boob... forget it and move on.
Now, roughly 15% of ALL people on CR (regardless of sex) wear a disguise. Latex masks of every sort of political figure or horror monster have a good home on the site, and 67% of that group have apparently based dinner parties around the idea (genius) to fuck with the 99% of the 97% of males who are abusing their junk on screen.
I don't know how to properly analyze any of this or what truths it might reveal about modern life in our global society, but I strongly feel as though we, as a whole, are completely fucked...
I need to find a way to bury this new sense of impending Doom that the whole experience has left me with... I need to bury it deep, otherwise I'll never sleep again.
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This was hilarious Galaxy! Best blog from anyone I've read in awhile. I still have not been able to get on there- but I'm not too bummed about it. Like Grayness pointed out to me in a comment, you can't unsee things once you've seen them, so I'd rather not go there.