So... It was inevitable, but I've stopped my dating shenanigans yet again. Why? Because- let's-face-it. No one entertains me like ME. *shrugs*

Anyways, this brings me to my next point. Some people just lack the kind of skills to "work it" in social capacities often needed to bag the attention and affections of the opposite sex. I didn't know how hard it was, but I realize now that it is almost a crippling handicap for some. And yet, even still, we all have this innate desire inside for love. Even if it's FAKE. YEEEEEEEEEEUP. Simple self love, yo! Well kinda.

I have a complete fascination with toys of the naughty nature. Probably because I'm Korean and I was bred to be a closeted freak, but mostly because I think they're HILARIOUS. My friend (who I won't name) owns an interesting bauble. Without going into too much detail, it is essentially a narrow rubber cup that looks like a flash light. I'll leave the rest to your imagination. For some reason I picture a silicone Chinese finger trap. Is that homoerotic? Well probably not on my part because I don't have a penis. I may or may not have been pilfering through his crap before making this unexpected discovery so I'm not inclined to further incriminate myself. Anyhoo! This left me completely boggled. Ok so clearly he wasn't looking for the lurve connection, but it was still more BUCK than BANG in my book and that is BOGGLING!

Recently, I watched a British documentary not so coincidentally named along the same lines of this post. I must tell you it was CRAY-ZEEEEEE and a little sad. Well, it left me a little sad. It's completely Lars and the Real Girl.

If you don't know the movie, it's about a socially akward loner who forms emotional bonds with a love doll bought off the internet. It sounds like a crazy, made for indie movie only plot, but it happens. It happens in REAL life!

The dolls are real too. OH THE DOLLS! These aren't your run of the mill-huff and puff-you a mate kind of cheapo rubber either. We are talking high class hooker kind of $$$. The kind of ladies Republicans and Charlie Sheen are caught with. I kid! But-no-really.

The question isn't really whether they exist or who's even willing to shell out that kind of cash. The question is... WHY!! One would think it was purely primordial- that the reasons were explicit and obvious. However, the documentary was fascinating not because of the grotesque displays of men and their very own life size Barbies, but more so because of the real attachments they all shared for these inanimate figures. There was a clear and visible adoration that went beyond the physical. There, on the television, was our basic need to feel the human connection perfectly evident and properly exhibited. It was almost HEART BREAKING!

It is a need to love and be loved in the most desperate sense. I imagine those are feelings most will never know. The audience can only sympathize for whatever feelings of isolation, failure, and rejection that lead to the Pygmalion-esque tragedies. OBVIOUSLY I have never felt that kind of void, but who's to say there is a certain right or wrong to how we go filling it.

Food for some thought. Ultra lux love toy or safety blanket for the heart?

Simply,

Em