It was the summer of 8th grade when I graduated from my free Pornhub account, finally convincing my parents to let me go premium. Since then, the financial burden, while extremely necessary, has been weighing on my family. I never thought there was a feasible way to get off economically. However, bringing pleasure to both me and my parents, I ended my membership in light of a new way to achieve the satisfaction that only Pornhub could bring: the thin curtains and large windows of the Hollows dorm.
After reading an article about the unethical nature of the porn-making industry, I was faced with a moral dilemma. Then after a long day in late August, staring longingly at the Chapel, it hit me. Two floors up, three windows to the left. I finally knew how to get off without getting on, and when the realization finally came, so did I.
Now, instead of using my family's hard-earned salary and contributing to the degradation and exploitation of men and women, I have decided to do what is right. Something for the greater good. Something bigger than myself. And while there may be less variety, that’s a small price to pay for my moral peace.
I’m so glad that I no longer have to worry I may be watching a video posted online without consent.
