The Solution

Jasmine smiled smugly while announcing that that she had been in a porn movie. Her four friends, Anita, Sharlene, Christine and Cecilia, looked at her with mixed feelings of amazement, disbelief and apprehension. “I can't swear they're not looking at it!” she said and continued with a ginger softness. “I feel, that they are pigs in that they don't see that I don't want to be understood as the type of girl who'd actually do this if it hadn't been for that creepy Peter.” She looked at them.

Three of them seemed to think whoever looked at her flick was a creep, almost as much as Peter. But Sharlene didn't seem to to apprehend that it would be the men, not Jasmine herself, who would suggest she be interpreted as the excitement to be had. She did however comprehend that Peter was to be seen as the scoundrel behind it all.

Cecilia looked thoughtful for a while, then she proclaimed: “I too have been into porn! But I was with another dodger than that louse Peter, to say the least, that is!”

“What do you mean?”Anita and Jasmine both asked.

“Oh, it was four years ago, when I was a junior in college, that four guys took advantage of me. It seemed to me at the time that they were into friendship and geniality, but they were all about sex, as it seems to me now, afterwards. One of them was awfully skilled about – How should I say this? – Ehm, he pretended thoroughly that he and the other three were all about good things, when they were into reprehensible stuff. He also insinuated about guys who probably weren't into such stuff, that it would be naive to trust them!”

It was silent for a few seconds.

“How come,” Jasmine asked, “did they find the extravagance (which they themselves had manipulated you into) to be authentic or safe enough to let themselves be stupefied by? Because that's what you mean, right?”

She sighed. “I guess they felt that seeing it would nurture their might or something.”

“Oh,” Jasmine uttered. “And the guys who looked at it later, they too then or what?”

“They seem to be into to me as something to believe in as if I had been promising them to be extravagant for their sake! Some even try to contact me, and expect me to assume there is no fallback to their pursuit of me!”

Christine looked at her. “Cecilia,” she said, “I don't have it men are into that just because they've been watching you – or other, voluntary or not, porn stars – that they must be horny enough to always ask for it. But I assume that it can be awkward to deal with them, since they assume your open for it.”

Cecilia looked back at her and said: “I assume they are all assholes for the sake of pretending it's masculine to be into sex as an indulgence for me to have for their sake!”

“Well, then,” Jasmine answered, “Perhaps I can take that stands too. ... That would help me, I guess, to find myself responsible enough not to be a token of their pretensions and at the same time fanciable enough to be aspired for as the type of woman who is really into what many of their kind ask for.”

“But,” Sharlene inquired, “how about that perhaps they can't then find it in you to be sensible enough to care about points of view that aren't exactly theirs, but which have been imposed upon them by media or so?”

“I don't find it in them to actually care. Instead I find it in them to be foolish enough not to be dealt with as actual fellow human beings.”

“Uh, ah! I see!” Jasmine responded. “Is it worth it never to give them a moment of appreciation, whether or no they ask for it, then?”

Cecilia giggled. “I know it's not true that they all are assholes! But I find it in them that they can be treated as such. So it is, whether or not they are bad enough to have to be taken that way, I still can see to it that they seem to be getting what they deserve, if they are simple enough to believe they can actually try to get me to do those things for them!”