Part 2 of my reply focuses on hentai and non-otaku fictional character attachments.
Hentai: there are plenty of women in this world, dare I say over 90% of them, who would turn tail and run away from my apartment if they saw what I have on my hard drive and in my bookcase. Seriously!
Chobits,
Love Hina, and other series which appeal to male virgins are just the tip of the iceberg: all the girl's gotta do is land her pupils on one of my ero-tankoubons and it's Game Over. Does this mean I have no interest in real women? Hell no, of course it doesn't. Does it mean I've given up on real women? No! Didn't I just post a thread last week about asking this one girl out? Hentai is, pure and simple, my preferred means of releasing sexual tension / experiencing the physiologic and psychologic pleasures of sex in tandem. Some guys masturbate to imagined images in their mind's eyes while they stand in front of a toilet or outstretched tissue. Some guys masturbate to pornography. Me, and others like me? We prefer hentai. It's just a different stroke for a different kind of folk, that's all. We
all still want to find love in this world,
and enjoy a vigorous, fun, pleasuring sex life. Hentai's just there to:
(a) fill the gaps while the missus is away, and/or
(b) fill the long-ass gap preceding the meeting of, courting of, and marrying of the missus
Non-otaku lifesize likenesses of fictional characters:
- Jesus Christ, crucified, life-size on a blanket or quilt
- Sunday comics characters (e.g. Garfield, Snoopy) as larger-than-life-size plush dolls
- hunky Hollywood studs (e.g. Brad Pitt, that vampire dude from Twilight) adorning many a teenage North American girl's bedroom wall
- gorgeous Hollywood ladies (e.g. Catherine Zeta Jones, that trailer trash girl from Transformers) on a teenage guy's bedroom wall, likewise
Wait a minute, you say. Brad Pitt and Catherine Zeta Jones aren't fictional: they're real people! True. But they're a larger-than-ordinary-life pinnacle of human perfection (say some: beauty's always up for debate, of course). 99.99% of women do not look like CZJ. 99.99% of men do not look like Brad Pitt. That they are "real" in the sense that they exist doesn't mean that the girl or guy who drools over them isn't guilty of that same sin you're laying down at the feet of Pillow Guy. Both of them are lusting over something that isn't going to translate into real life. The only difference is the reason behind
why the translation isn't going to happen.
Wait a minute, you say. Snoopy? Garfield?
Jesus? These aren't people you crush on! These dolls and blankets are just ornamental! That's my second point: if it's possible for an ordinary person to have an ornamental (i.e.
non-romantic) attachment to a life-size likeness of somebody, then I'd argue it's just as possible for
some of the otaku to have the same thoughts and feelings towards their girl-pillows. They may go
moe over the girl-pillow. They may get an erection just by seeing her. But it's not because they find pillows sexy. (lol) It's pure, pure psychology. They find the
idea of the woman sexy. The idea of the woman whom this pillow girl symbolizes. This pinnacle of female perfection. The perfect hair. The perfect breasts. The perfect eyes. That adorable smile. That adorably embarrassed manner in which she's knotting her legs together. So on and so forth. You know what?
This is no different from the Brad Pitt / Catherine Zeta Jones posters from before. There, too, you've got men and women who aren't in love with a piece of paper, and who aren't necessarily creepily obsessed with the
actual human being that is known as Brad Pitt / CZJ, but who are aroused by the
idea this man/woman represents. The perfect eyes. The perfect jaw. The perfect hair. The perfect lashes. The perfect smile. The perfect nose. The perfect everything.
Conclusion: in the end, I think over 50% of Planet Earth suffers from a Pygmalion complex. The difference between us individuals is the flavour of our complex. Some people go to bed with a pillow-girl, others a poster-girl, and others, like Pygmalion himself, a statue-girl. But each of us --
including Pygmalion! -- wanted to find love with a real human being. Isn't that the point of the story of Pygmalion, after all? Why else would the plot then develop with the statue coming to life: if not to try and grant Pygmalion's wish?