Pornography in airport bookstores makes me sad.
I’ve never seen anyone reading porn in an airport or on an airplane, although I suppose that’s understandable. (And probably fortunate; I wouldn’t want to be on the plane when a concerned parent asks a flight attendant to do something about the guy in the next row and his nudie mags.)
I’ve also never seen any porn purchased at the airport. But some must be, or else the stores would give the shelf space to something else.
So who buys the airport porn? Men, naturally. A certain kind of men.
Namely, men who aren’t able to purchase porn when not travelling.
This is a thought experiment, but I think it’s realistic. If you want to buy porn, an airport is probably the worst place in the world to do so. Bad prices–and bad selection. Playboy and not a whole lot else. The Relay doesn’t have a huge adult section.
So, if you’re buying porn at an airport, you’re doing so because you can’t do so at home, and because you also can’t make time in your travels to go to a specialty store to get the porn that you want at a decent price.
Let’s sketch our hypothetical airport porn-buyer. He has a wife or a girlfriend, who doesn’t want him looking at adult materials. He’s traveling separately from her, no doubt on business. He’s probably unsatisfied, either in the relationship or at least in the restrictions imposed upon him. He’s working far too hard on this trip, with no time or energy to hit an adult bookstore–or a 7-11. And he hasn’t yet discovered the internet.
Sad.
Yet also comforting. For the alternative–needing airport porn that isn’t available–would be far worse.
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