I see in the news that the issue of in-flight wi-fi availability is back.
Passing time while the cattle-prod charges up. Again.
It would be wonderful to while away the ghastly hours of a long (or even a short) plane trip looking at your favourite websites, emailing to all your friends about how horrible the food is and how loudly your seatmate snores.
The time would pass so, so much faster than when you try to concentrate on your book above the roar of the engines and the wail of that kid back there, as you constantly shift around in your teeny little seat, fruitlessly trying to find a position where your back isn’t shrieking in pain.
But here’s the thing with internet usage on an airplane. It’s the porn.
Not the fact that people are not-in-the-privacy-of-their-own-home looking at porn. That’s one issue. But the real problem is the resulting masturbation.
What if s/he is sitting there fapping away? Ugh. Now what?
Call the flight attendant. Of course.
But what policy will the poor cabin staff be given for dealing with that? Stun guns? Cattle prods? A big thick blanket to drape over them? A special section of the cabin set aside for fappers?
Public libraries have the same problem, but so far I haven’t seen anyone address the real issue, the public fapping. They go on and on about censorship and free-speech rights. I guess talking about fapping isn’t a topic news outlets want to address.
