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I am writing this comment under a video on YouPorn.com, what Compete tells me is the 76th most popular website on the internet, and there are a lot of websites on the internet. Each month, seventeen million Americans come here to watch strangers--some of them paid professionals, some of them young adults squeezed tight financially, looking to pay off some loans and hoping their name never gets sandwiched between the words "did you hear" and "does porn now"--climax theatrically and in tight close-up.

And yet corporate America refuses to hang its Twix and Sedan banner ads next to the videos streamed by the thousands each minute onto iPhones held by office workers in bathroom stalls, laptops propped on the knees of husbands trying not to wake their wives, widescreen TVs with internet hookups owned by adventurous couples and/or lonesome apartment-dwellers without roommates or shame, seventeen million Americans at their most vulnerable and yet the companies which otherwise would colonize our dreams just will not associate themselves with the graphic explication of the act they use--via airbrushed bikini models drinking their favorite drink, Keystone Light--to sell all their products anyway.

A theory: The only way this Great Recession's gonna end is if our many car/smartphone/etc purveyors take a serious interest in the porn industry. And I'm not just talking clickable ads, because who in the history of the internet has clicked one of those not by accident. No: For this to work, companies will have to deal directly with the people who make these films--paying $500 to get some muscleman, naked but for his hardhat, to exclaim "two-for-one hamburger packs at Costco!" as he climaxes; $1,000 to have the film's protagonists discuss the superiority of DirecTV vs. Comcast in terms of customer service, selection, etc in those initial few minutes before the clothes come off.

The kind of product placement that would read as ****** and awkward in a mainstream film or television show would in the context of a six-minute YouPorn clip seem no more or less strange than anything else on the screen. The companies should have no problem buying off the various lobbying groups that might take issue with Perdue Frozen Chicken's newfound status as a sex toy, what with the money coming in from all those Americans becoming inexplicably aroused at the sight of, and seized by the urge to purchase, whatever product was subconsciously sold to them when their attention was at its most heightened, sitting with pants down in front of that multi-purpose screen--porn, e-mails from Mom spreadsheets Breaking Bad. (I realize of course that another potential outcome of this radical new marketing scheme is that people, seeing products advertised in porn stacked neatly at their local mall or supermarket, might instinctively recoil in shame and horror, start yelling at strangers in aisle six to stop looking at them that way, they didn't do anything wrong, etc.)

Statistically, it's likely that someone with the power to effect this overhaul of the ad industry's relationship to sex is on this website right now, typing some specific fetish into the above search bar or maybe scrolling desperately for a man or woman who physically approximates someone they love or who once broke their heart; possibly, if they're the type to peruse the comments section under videos of nearly-disembodied sex (because in close-up it all looks alien, interlocking genitals their own entities w/ no relationship to lips or fingers) they are reading this very comment; probably, they are touching themselves.

Hey.

I am writing this comment under a video on YouPorn.com, what Compete tells me is the 76th most popular website on the internet, and there are a lot of websites on the internet. Each month, seventeen million Americans come here to watch strangers--some of them paid professionals, some of them young adults squeezed tight financially, looking to pay off some loans and hoping their name never gets sandwiched between the words "did you hear" and "does porn now--climax theatrically and in tight close-up.

And yet corporate America refuses to hang its Twix and Sedan banner ads next to the videos streamed by the thousands each minute onto iPhones held by office workers in bathroom stalls, laptops propped on the knees of husbands trying not to wake their wives, widescreen TVs with internet hookups owned by adventurous couples and/or lonesome apartment-dwellers without roommates or shame, seventeen million Americans at their most vulnerable and yet the companies which otherwise would colonize our dreams just will not associate themselves with the graphic explication of the act they use--via airbrushed bikini models drinking their favorite drink, Keystone Light--to sell all their products anyway.

A theory: The only way this Great Recession's gonna end is if our many car/smartphone/etc purveyors take a serious interest in the porn industry. And I'm not just talking clickable ads, because who in the history of the internet has clicked one of those not by accident. No: For this to work, companies will have to deal directly with the people who make these films--paying $500 to get some muscleman, naked but for his hardhat, to exclaim "two-for-one hamburger packs at Costco!" as he climaxes; $1,000 to have the film's protagonists discuss the superiority of DirecTV vs. Comcast in terms of customer service, selection, etc in those initial few minutes before the clothes come off.

The kind of product placement that would read as ****** and awkward in a mainstream film or television show would in the context of a six-minute YouPorn clip seem no more or less strange than anything else on the screen. The companies should have no problem buying off the various lobbying groups that might take issue with Perdue Frozen Chicken's newfound status as a sex toy, what with all those Americans becoming inexplicably aroused by and seized by the urge to purchase whatever product was subconsciously sold to them when their attention was at its most heightened, sitting with pants down in front of that multi-purpose screen, porn e-mails from Mom spreadsheets Breaking Bad. (I realize of course that another potential outcome of this radical new marketing scheme is that people, seeing products advertised in porn stacked neatly at their local mall or supermarket, might instinctively recoil in shame and horror, start yelling at strangers in aisle six to stop looking at them that way, they didn't do anything wrong, etc.)

Statistically, it's likely that someone with the power to effect this overhaul of the ad industry's relationship to sex is on this website right now, typing some specific fetish into the above search bar or maybe scrolling desperately for a man or woman who physically approximates someone they love or who once broke their heart; possibly, if they're the type to peruse the comments section under videos of nearly-disembodied sex (because in close-up it all looks alien, interlocking genitals their own entities w/ no relationship to lips or fingers) they are reading this very comment; probably, they are touching themselves. Hey.

Statistically, it's likely that someone with the power to effect this overhaul of the ad industry's relationship to sex is on this website right now, typing some specific fetish into the above search bar or maybe scrolling desperately for a man or woman who physically approximates someone they love or who once broke their heart; possibly, if they're the type to peruse the comments section under videos of nearly-disembodied sex (because in close-up it all looks alien, interlocking genitals their own entities w/ no relationship to lips or fingers) they are reading this very comment; probably, they are touching themselves. 

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