I really wish I could think of a better
metaphor for this film than the one I'm about to describe but I can't so
bollocks to it. Apologies in advance... So, you know what's fun? Fucking. Ugh
God, way too crude... Oh well. There's surely no denying that hiding your
modesty inside somebody else’s modesty is good fun for all involved- oh and,
for the record, I'm completely open to any offers right now. That last bit is
irrelevant to the point that I'm building towards but you know... In my on-going
efforts to get some, it can't hurt. I can't imagine that there's anything a
girl loves more than a desperate geek! Ugh... Why do I even fucking bother.
Anyway, so we live in a world in which every second of every day somebody is
using some form of advertising to trick us into giving them some money.
Considering everybody likes sex, it seems that the marketing goons have decided
that the best way to do this is by bombarding us with sexual imagery and having
us in a constant state of horniness. This is fine for adults but obviously kids
are exposed to it all too, meaning that thanks to a barrage of provocative
slogans and pictures of unobtainable titties, the concept of shagging is made
to seem like the most important thing in the world... Until you actually do it.
Now don't get me wrong, the first time I convinced somebody to take pity on me
was great.. but that's all sex is. It's great. It's not magical or the be-all-and-end-all
or even particularly life changing. It's just really good fun. And that, in a
nutshell, is the problem with Godzilla.