In doing so, I finally watched the BBC's much discussed documentary Hardcore Profits about the global economy that is the adult film industry. I love to be surprised. While I am initially embarrassed at having one's ignorance revealed--as opposed to willful stupidity, two very different states of emotional being--I embrace it. Life is good when you are made to realize how much more there is to learn.
As a post-industrial service economy, America primarily exports culture and ideas. For whatever reason, I had overlooked how pornography would likely be central in that economy. Duh. Color me stupid.
This segment of Hardcore Profits calls forth a mix of emotions. On one hand, I cannot help but to laugh and snicker at the prospect of the local American porn monger showing up on a moped and selling his wares in a rural sub-Saharan or other "traditional" community. The brothers all gather in a hut and watch a bunch of gonzo-style American porn which both titillates and fuels their dreams of the faux good life that is America. The roads may not be lined with gold, but the heterosexual male gaze of gigantic penises and ever willing and impossible to satisfy women dominates all things.
Thus the question: where is the XXX version of The God's Must be Crazy?
Ultimately, after watching Hardcore Profits, the most troubling take away in my eyes is how extreme porn may either be 1) encouraging sexual violence against women in Africa and 2) reinforcing a broader rape culture ethos both in the United States and elsewhere.
And of course, there are poor young men want to find work from wherever they may or however they can. Some brothers try to leverage Heading South, others write a letter with the desperate hope that a fairy porn godfather/mother will pluck them from obscurity and up into fame. Some just hustle on the street corner.
Wherever you may live, poverty sucks; poverty also breeds desperation.