Why do we work?

In the past people worked for food, clothing and shelter, now those things are affordable with a 20 hour a week minimum wage job. Not particularly good food. You won't be eating steak and lobster, and after scrimping and saving for a few weeks you could easily afford a tent and enough blankets to make it through the coldest of evenings if you have someone to cuddle and canoodle with.

So what is it now? A bigger tent? Louse free clothing? Not really a good motivation to give away 40+ hours of your life a week in the hopes that you will be allowed to retain a piece of your soul for future use. Maybe I'm an oddity in that I don't really desire new gadgets and material possessions. (Except books, movies, and music... But it's not the physical object I desire it's the experience of the art they contain) I don't want a phone/camera/mp3 player/microwave/smartini stirrer/television even though I'm suppossed to.

So what do people like me work for?

Free porn. You show us boobies, we'll sell our souls and kneel in front of a pants-free satan and open our mouths wide with a smile. Just give us the opportunity to see as many nipples and possible. We don't care if they are tied up, covered in some odd gooey substance, big, small, augmented, reduced, lopsided, firm or floppy. The variety is why we keep going back.

The opiate of the masses has evolved from religion, to television, to free boobs. Which are much more attractive then old men in robes and a 27" Zenith.