Men like Ansari are highly dangerous creatures — and we are now breeding them into our species with abandon.
They roam the streets as seemingly put-together, eligible bachelors, looking for a fix that they won’t admit they need.
The saturation of sexual material in our daily lives is reducing sex to a ho-hum activity that is readily available via Internet pornography, apps to help you hookup and an overall view of having sex as an opportunity to be taken at your earliest and easiest convenience.
Any sex — and the inherent-if-fleeting feeling of connection therein — seems better than no sex, no connection and the prospect of ongoing loneliness.
Perhaps the pressure to engage against your will comes from the hope for future connection if the sexual encounter goes well.
Indeed, even after that wretched date, Aziz was obviously satisfied and oblivious to his selfishness, as he sent Grace a text reiterating the fun he had and trying to reconnect with her over the camera hobby that brought them to each other’s attention in the first place. The addiction will only worsen, the search for a solution will only get more extreme and that behavior will only lead the isolation to increase.
Much digital ink has already been spilled over the Babe article on Aziz Ansari’s extracurricular activities.
The Internet is brimming with fascinatingly opposed opinions on who is to blame, how much they should be blamed, and how each party have behaved.
Rather than being a powerful experience, sex too often becomes an experience of one person’s power over another.