Yes, infomercials. You know what? I've seen them and I go click. I know what's behind those. It is a sexy little girl, but boy, you should see who you're getting on the phone. Wake up, guys; it's not this girl. I just turn them off; everybody has the ability.
It's the same thing with the Internet. You can go on the Internet, and it gets far worse there. You just don't do it. Again it goes back to the education of men. Where's the screw that needs tightening that pushes them to this level?
When I was growing up, guys would get their stuff in a brown paper envelope that came through Canada Post. If you waited on Canada Post back then, it probably came in about four to five or six weeks, then it would be out of date.
Men don't go to bars and brag—hey, where can I buy myself a chick?—because that's not cool. The Internet has given them the opportunity, where they chat on chat lines in absolute anonymity. They use those handle names, and they tell each other where to go and what to do.
On those various sites, which I have examined, there are people sending messages saying, hey, guys, this is the reality out there. But they're not concerned about the reality; they're only concerned about their two, three, or four minutes of bliss. They don't care about the misery they're causing, and this is the message that has to be drummed into the heads of these men repeatedly, but it isn't.
As for TV infomercials, and Eye Weekly and Now magazines—and any other voice that wants to be trumpeting this stuff—I always say to men, ignore it; don't get involved in it.