Pudgy George R.R. Martin's ridiculous nonsense hinges on topless women being paraded for idiots to gawk at. You'd think in this porn-saturated world it wouldn't be so. But it IS. Because even now, people can't be honest and watch porn. They have to pretend it's something else. So it's "Maxim" magazine and "Game of Toilets" and whatever Viley Virus and other pop tarts want to parade on GooTube.
There should be a special well-placed kick in the ass for these softcore obese jackasses like George R.R. Martin and his fat twat pal E.L. James, and all the other hacks who spice up their inept writing with even more banal "erotica."
Who likes this shit? Retarded bitches and dimwit losers, and when they get together, they spawn bints and chavs. The 21st Century is loaded with low-class clods who not only pour Coca-Cola like it's vintage wine, but have lost all interest in "The Joy of Sex" and its subtlety, foreplay and execution of exquisite and memorable delights. Instead there's this tedious mindless garbage...love as bawled in an Adele song, turn-ons as lame as an "I see yer titties" Kim Kardashian photo, and erotica as dumbed down as a page out of E.L. James' toilet paper novels.
That people calmly admit that 14 year-olds are watching "Game of Thrones" and that actual adults go on Farcebook to say "Wooo hoo, the new season just started" only confirms we are DOOMED.
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