{ Before Last Week, the Thing I Found Most Offensive about Online Porn Was the Cookies It Left on My Computer. } Margaret Emery Wednesday night I was looking through the junk mail folder of my Inbox, searching for mystery employers from Monster.com to write back to me to tell me they loved my three-word emails, and that they wanted to interview me. Besides acknowledging the obvious argument that these women might not have actually been raped, I wondered how this site could be legal. The pictures seemed to be abnormally violent for Spam porn. The heaviest stuff I'd seen before this was an interactive picture of a girl sticking a cigarette in her crotch, and even those pictures were blurry and far away. Before last week, the thing I found most offensive about online porn was the cookies it left on my computer. Maybe I was being too sensitive, but there was just something about that middle-aged woman that hit meshe looked too real to be a porn star and too upset to just want to make quick money. So I looked at the Cambria List. Besides its narrow focus, the Cambria list also raises the question of what is and is not obscene. One has to wonder if menstruation topics and urination warrant the same level of obscenity as bukkake, or if black men sleeping with white women have anything in common with coffins and blindfolds. It's not that I think the court cases or the list are irrelevantI just feel like they missed the point. When I read the interview with Deborah Sanchez, I wondered how she could say that "maybe" rape-themed videos would be prosecuted. And rape is the second to last guideline on the Cambria list and not in the top five. One of my friends was more worried about the people who get off on this kind of porn than the actual women in the pictures and what was really going on with them. He didn't think I was a sicko for looking at the sight. Nor did he judge the photographers for the Web site or the people in the pictures with knives and guns. For him, those were just pictures of something that probably wasn't real. For me, they were images of people suffering. |