I’m a big believer in free speech and our abilities as consenting adults to entertain ourselves however we see fit within the confines of our own homes. Without such rights, think about all the bad sit-coms that would have been cancelled right after the pilot. So it’s a good thing. I am a citizen of a nation where (at least in my elementary school in the 1970s) children are told they can become anything they want and achieve anything they can dream of…if they are willing to work hard for it.
So here’s to the men and women who have used their brain-power for the betterment of humanity. And in the case of Douglas Hines, the sex-bot he’s manufactured that can be yours for only 7 big ones. Congrats!
This is apparently a story that broke last month, but I had my learning moment this morning via CNN ($7000 Talking Roxxxy). Do I have a problem with Mr. Hines spending time and resources to manufacture an anatomically correct talking sex-toy? Nope. Do I have a problem with the 4000 folks who have pre-ordered their own copy of Roxxxy? Nope. Do I have a problem with the Adult Entertainment Industry, in general? Nope. Like I said, consenting adults have the legal right to do many things in this country that I personally might not be inclined to do.
For example: If I’m going to shell out $7000, my sex-bot is going to have much more attractive make-up. I mean, who did the prototype’s makeup? I can only guess Mr. Hines himself. Talk about not so good. (Well, at least from the picture on my computer. I have not been blessed with a personal encounter with Roxxxy myself.)
Also, just how much of a turn-on is a talking sex-toy anyway? Knowing my luck, something would malfunction and my sex-bot would suddenly start talking in Pig Latin or something.
From the article, is sounds like Roxxxy was a big hit at January’s Adult Entertainment Expo. But I shudder at the whole thing. I mean, the R&D, the testing process, the whole thing. Eek.
All I can say is this. At least I don’t have to feel threatened by Roxxxy. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I’m going to still be more attractive than her – wrinkles and stretch marks and all – due to the fact that I don’t have a power cord sticking out my back.
To all the brainiacs out there trying to come up with the newest invention that just might revolutionize society, sorry if Mr. Hines beat you to the AI’s emergence into the adult entertainment industry. But look on the bright-side. Perhaps you will be the one to invent a recycling program for the cast-off Roxxxys of the world. ‘Cause you and I both know, love is fickle. As soon as the newer model (probably with cup holders) is released, the first generation of Roxxxys will be making their way out of somebody’s closet and into the landfill.
Shakes head and pours more coffee.