Ah, Vice magazine. We all love a bit of Vice, amiright? But this latest piece by Betty Burns has led us to question just how exactly they choose items to feature and where they find people to interview because, quite frankly, this quite literally blows. Did they find this book in the bargain bin at The Works, some time in 1993? Because that's what the cover seems to suggest. Also, 'hot-button' is making me gag a bit, I don't know why.


Vice's article about this book is called 'Ladies, Stop Taking His Porn so Personally', thus immediately setting up a scenario where:


a.) 'He' has porn but you don't, and


b.) You take the fact that he has porn personally


So in other words, this is what is going on in the author's life right now, and she is using that to make a comment about all women.


The article begins but setting up the fact that Betty is unhappy with her boyfriend watching porn called things like 'Asian ass to mouth' and 'lesbian labia stretcher' despite the fact that she is putting out 'like a High School girl on Degrassi' (Degrassi is a Canadian teen drama that I hadn't heard of either.) Fair enough, I'd probably be pissed off too, though I should probably add that not all of that homogenous group known as 'the ladies' would feel the same way. I'd probably also be even more pissed off after I had the conversation that Betty had with her boyfriend, where he confessed all his porn fetishes, leaving Betty feeling 'weirded out.' I feel that Betty and I have much in common. 'Lesbian labia stretcher' is not my idea of a fun Tuesday, so I empathise. Which is why this next bit makes no sense:


'Realizing I needed to come to terms with my boyfriend’s porn promiscuity, I reached out to expert Allison Vivas,' says Betty.

Sorry, what? I missed the part where you decided you felt comfortable with this, Bets. Indeed, it seemed to be that you were feeling pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing, as many (but by no means all) women would, and that's absolutely OK. Part of being in a healthy relationship is being able to go, 'oh, no thanks, I don't like doing that' or 'that feels weird' or 'nah, not into that, soz babes' and the other person being cool with it. It's like fisting. If I was going out with someone who was into fisting, and they wanted to...y'know...fist me...and I didn't want to, I wouldn't be all, 'Realizing that I needed to come to terms with my boyfriend's fisting fetish, I reached out to expert Fisty McFistucuffs.' But maybe that's just me.