I think porn has raised my standards to near unatainable levels. Like the scene in Eminem's 8 Mile where Eminem's character "Jack Rabbit" asks how you know when "you gotta stop living up here...and start livin' down here" I wonder when I'll have to drop the porn ideal. Only the thought of one day throwing some Jenna-Jameson-esque hottie into the fabled piledriver keep me moving forward with the standard. Oh well, fuck it.