Rise of the Techno Nonces

What's the world coming to, eh? Virtually all day on Friday, all I heard on radio news programmes was how an online dating site for teenagers was being used by middle-aged men to contact young girls. Now, leaving aside the moral issues (I think we all agree that peadophilia is bad), this is another news story which raises the question of whether we're becoming over obsessed with technology for its own sake. I mean, is it really necessary for these nonces to go to all the trouble of going online, creating fake identities, setting up proxy servers to hide their IPs and then joining this site, pretending to be a teenager and engaging in meaningless web chats with children, just to meet teenage girls? Believe me, if you want to meet teenage girls all you have to do is go to any off licence after about eight o'clock in the evening and you'll find whole gangs of them loitering about, willing to do just about anything for anybody stupid enough to buy alcohol for them.

The trouble is that we've all been blinded by technology into thinking that no activity can possibly be efficient unless we do it electronically with the aid of half a dozen wi fi enabled devices. Trust me, the simple way is often the best and most effective way. The rise of the techno-pervert is symptomatic of this malaise. We've got mucky little men messing around with web cams in toilets and the like in order to spy on women, when in the good old days they'd need nothing more sophisticated than a couple of milk crates to stand on while they peered through some female neighbour's bathroom window. OK, so the modern method means you can whack off over live images of your victim in the comfort of your own home, rather than trying to do it one-handed whilst balancing on those wobbly milk crates. Granted, it also carries less chance of being discovered and caught by the police (not to mention fewer risks of serious injuries). But is it as satisfying? Does it give you the same kind of adrenaline rush, knowing that any moment you could be spotted and forced to confront your victim, face-to-face? Hell, if you are going to be a pervert, at least have the good grace to do it first hand and give your intended victims a chance of retaliating.