Do the math

I was looking this evening at a photo blog I like. The fellow who maintains it posts some really fine images. A few couples, rarely anything very graphic; mostly artistic nudes or fancy dresses or lingerie (his taste in a fine pair of panties definitely fits with my own).

The women are stunning. I mean: if you passed one on the street you would stop dead and turn and watch, careless of being noticed, abandoning the social convention of not gaping slack-jawed in public, lest you miss one second.

Granted: I know nothing of their inner beauty, nothing of their worth as people. I can only know anything about the packaging.

But just do the math with me. This one blog adds, oh, 50 images a day — individual photos, not sets, so that’s 50 women. I have on my list of interesting photo blogs some 90 sites (I can usually make it to one or two a day). Round up and discard overlap (there is a little) and that comes to 5,000 photos a day of women one never sees in real life.

And the percentage of the net that I touch has to be minuscule. A tiny fraction of a percent?

And we are just talking about the realm of fine-art nudes, principally black-and-white.

Every time I try to work the numbers I come to the conclusion that the planet must be nearly overrun with eye-popping models, with elegant faces and warm inviting suggestive expressions and curvy bodies and very appealing taste in dress (or undress).

It seems inescapable.

Then I look around my workplace, and it’s like getting the sideline bucket of ice water over the head.

Where are they all?

— Frenulum