Please be assured that this thread is as academically serious as all of my posts. And that no attachment will offend any elementary school child who might wander here already familar with Viagra, Cialis, homosexuality, birth control and the meaning of the word fellatio (thanks to news about a former President).
My thesis is simple. The increase in the rapidity, viciousness and stress in trading over the last century has significantly contributed to the the need for and the rise in the availability and raunchiness of pornography. As someone posted here last week: "Porn is what multiple monitors are for!"
But in yesteryear, there was no porn, only smut. The pace of trading was so leisurely that they did not need dirty magazines or films. When the ticker tape slowed down, great grand dad would pull out the bottom desk drawer, reach under that innocuous looking pile of paperwork, and fondly but surreptitiously gaze at a well-fingered postcard like the attachment. This is the sort of porn that was available in Jack's day (in fact, that may BE Jack). Certainly it was the kind of sweet smut that was the first exposure of young men of his time to sex.
What do we have today? Day trading, derivatives, one-second charting, index futures, news flashes, ridiculous volatility. And the nasty, nasty stuff we all love so much and cannot get through the trading day without! If there is enough interest, I will discreetly chronicle how over the last century the complexity and pace of trading fostered the rise in the intensity and variety of porn. Drawing from my vast representative collection (for academic research purposes, of course) of ten decades of smut. If the thread survives.
My thesis is simple. The increase in the rapidity, viciousness and stress in trading over the last century has significantly contributed to the the need for and the rise in the availability and raunchiness of pornography. As someone posted here last week: "Porn is what multiple monitors are for!"
But in yesteryear, there was no porn, only smut. The pace of trading was so leisurely that they did not need dirty magazines or films. When the ticker tape slowed down, great grand dad would pull out the bottom desk drawer, reach under that innocuous looking pile of paperwork, and fondly but surreptitiously gaze at a well-fingered postcard like the attachment. This is the sort of porn that was available in Jack's day (in fact, that may BE Jack). Certainly it was the kind of sweet smut that was the first exposure of young men of his time to sex.
What do we have today? Day trading, derivatives, one-second charting, index futures, news flashes, ridiculous volatility. And the nasty, nasty stuff we all love so much and cannot get through the trading day without! If there is enough interest, I will discreetly chronicle how over the last century the complexity and pace of trading fostered the rise in the intensity and variety of porn. Drawing from my vast representative collection (for academic research purposes, of course) of ten decades of smut. If the thread survives.