I had a meeting with a supervisor once that went.. poorly. Afterward, as I was discussing it with another coworker, I made the comment "If I'd given her a list of things guaranteed to utterly piss me off in a meeting, she couldn't have done any better."
I react very similarly to porn. Quick poll: Raise your hand if you consider yourself a pornography snob.
::looking around::
Just me? Honestly? Hmph. Impossible. Perhaps this is one of those situations like my class on multiculturalism where the prof asked us to raise our hands if we thought we were prejudiced, and he and I were the only two to do so.
It's okay to admit it, darlings. Would it make you feel better if I used a less.. loaded word?
Okay.. we all have things we like, and things we dislike, and things we outright avoid. That makes us..
discerning. And if we carry that discernment a tad further to 'I prefer that the things I expose myself to fall into this category,' well, that just means we don't like wasting time searching out decent porn when we're horny and need to get off.
Example the first: I am the Hitler of grammar nazis. Shocking, I know. :) Few things take me out of a written fantasy faster than poor spelling/punctuation/etc., and nothing frustrates me more than wanting a good orgasm and instead ending up railing against the current state of education in this country. On the erotica site I read regularly, I won't open anything that has less than a 4.1 rating because I know I'll be wasting my time otherwise.
Example the second: I like my video-based porn as close to realistic as possible. It took me a bit, but I eventually got over the 'WTF??!??' reaction to immense, artificially-inflated breasts (though I still have a fleeting thought of 'What department of the Army Corps of Engineers is in charge of manufacturing her bras??'). The recent trend of excessive spitting (and I make a distinction between drooling and spitting) still squicks me out, but.. some people like that kind of thing, obviously. We are all unique little porn-consuming butterflies.
I put all this out there in advance of my review of
Mrs. Emma Starr's oeuvre, because perhaps I'm being a bit harder on her (heh- see what I did there?) than another reviewer would be. It is possible, even likely, that poor Mrs. Starr is an unfortunate victim of my porn snobbery. Certainly the fact that a woman not much older than me is allowing herself to be tagged as 'mature' is not doing much to inspire any benevolent feelings toward her. :)