The growing demand for shock-horror “true-life” stories has, apparently, now raised the going rate for a non-celebrity, sub-tabloid confessional to £10K. [Sorry I’ve lost the link for this factoid, but it’s more plausible than most of the headlines I’ve circled in the photograph above.]
I suspect that the following from Marie Claire is about as true as those “I Found My Dead Husband’s Testicles In His Ex-Mistress’s Freezer” tales, but this is too juicy to ignore:
THE MEN WHO HAVE SEX WITH DOLLS
She’s ‘perfect’ and agrees to whatever her man desires. The only thing is, she’s plastic. We expose the disturbing phenomenon of men who reject real women in favour of silicone.
Sidore is as real to me as a human woman,’ explains Davecat, right, 28, a lab technician from Detroit in the US, as he gazes lovingly at the slim, raven-haired creature beside him. ‘I imagine most people think anyone who loves dolls is a pervert, but I feel normal,’ he says. ‘And with my silicone girlfriend, I’m part of a couple who are infinitely healthier and happier than most couples.’
Davecat paid over £4,000 for his perfect woman, Sidore, an eerily lifelike silicone doll with silky hair, manicured nails and breasts that jiggle realistically. Rather than rely on fate to lead him to his life partner, Davecat had his spouse custom-made by American manufacturer RealDolls, set up by Matt McMullen ten years ago to meet the growing demand for realistic sex dolls.
Of course, just like the other man in the article who spent his redundancy money on his “companion”, I’ve ordered one for myself, but I keep getting messages from the RealDolls company telling me they can’t make the delivery dates we’ve arranged.
“…over half work in IT or engineering.” No shit!
I really really have to know the story behind the “skinned alive for eating chips” headline. Google does not produce the goods, curses.
P.
Sunday Sport territory.
You know the Mills Brothers song? ‘I’m gonna buy as paper doll / that I can call my own / A doll that other fellas cannot steal’…
The potency and profundity of cheap music.
Thanks! Ever since I saw that front cover by the checkout in Morrisons, I’ve regretted not buying it. A classic of its kind, and, I trust, wholly misrepresentative of the moral and intellectual state of its readers.
Yes indeed sensationalist journalism seems to be creeping in too. Mind you 24 hour news stations are still dull even with it
The new balls story may be true. There’s a vet here who designed new silicone balls for neutered dogs to make them feel manly again.
[…] I was sitting in a waiting room yesterday. As always I couldn’t resist reading one of the women’s reality rags—almost as appealing as discarded copies of the Daily Mail on a Tube train. Real magazine rewarded me for my defying public mockery with this lovely headline, neatly balancing the ghoulishness, shrill optimism, and bathos that characterise the genre: MY SISTER’S BRUTAL KILLING INSPIRED MY BUSINESS PLAN […]