Rafael Behr in the New Statesman on the sticky topic of online pornography:
The topic slips easily into moral panic. There is nothing new in one generation looking in terror at the changing sexual mores of its children. When the novel took off as a literary form in the 18th century, it was suspected of ruining young girls, because – unlike the theatre – its thrills could be indulged in private chambers. Parents whose stiff stoicism was fashioned by the privations of the Second World War could not understand why their children craved the raucous indulgence of rock’n’roll.
Yet, given the sheer volume and intensity of trade in sex as a commodity online, it is hard to deny that something quite unprecedented is happening. It is as if the sexual revolution of the 1960s and 1970s led us from the beach into the water and now, suddenly, the coastal shelf has fallen away and we are drowning in porn.
Read the rest: Generation X-rated owns the net.