So I’m in a car on my way to play frisbee in Groningen, which is in the north easternmost corner of the country. We stop after an hour at a gas station to fill up and get some snacks from the convenience store.
Now we all can be thankful for the progress that has been made in turning regular old fuel distribution points into mini-supermarkets where you can get all manner of road snacks, magazines, drinks, ice cream, all manner of health and hygiene supplies, and other sundries.
Well, in the Netherlands, that list also includes porn.
Right next to the magazine rack was a wall mounted collection of porn VHS tapes for sale with graphic aides and blurbs on the front and back to help customers understand the unique selling points of each product (“With ‘Naught Girls Orgy’ 12!”, “the MOST cumshots!”, etc.)
I perused a few, just to get a feel for the kind of porn that appeals to the average Dutch person at the gas station. I didn’t notice any anthropological uniqueness to their selection. Comforting to think that people are people the world over.