Rule #34 of the Internet states:
“If it exists, there is porn of it.”
That’s crap. I know, because I have the ONE thing there is no fetish about/for/of, and that is cellulite. There is this one chunk in particular that looks like somebody glued a lemon wedge to my butt cheek.
If there was a cellulite fetish, I would be so rich right now, you have no clue.
However, I feel so much happier today after seeing this photo of Kate Moss, who is ten years younger than me, presumably works out way more, and whose thighs look almost as bad as mine.
UPDATE — a reader has helpfully sent me a url to an online forum with a cellulite fetishist photo dump. (No, I’m not linking to it.)
OK, fine. But those women are all obese and I’m certainly not. Size 6 is not obese. It’s like the difference between a skinny girl with big breasts and a fat woman whose breasts are already gonna be big. It doesn’t count.
I know what I mean.
I’ve googled “cellulite + porn”. I defy you to find sites similar to the all-out, paid-members-only sites devoted to, say, clown- or vinyl- or balloon popping-porn. What you usually get are just individual videos meant to gross you out between wanks at RedTube.
UPDATE — welcome Mark Steyn readers (and various attorneys…)
SUNDAY UPDATE — “Hey!! You put chocolate in my peanut butter!!”…
