Really?

 Romance novels = porn?

I call bullshit.

Do I like the sex in romance novels? Yes. If I was actually in a relationship, would I read a book over actually having sex? No. No, I would not. Why? Because that would just be silly.

The fact is that a lot of guys who are addicted to porn do just that-- they will ignore their wives, girlfriends, friend-with-benfits or what-have-you in order to sit glued to a tv or a computer screen and watch complete strangers have sex instead of getting some themselves (unless you count lefty and the bottle of lotion).

I don't have unrealistic views on men, no matter how many Disney movies I watched growing up, how many Barbie and Ken dolls I had as a kid or how many romance novels I've read. Point in fact, I'm actually rather jaded from the actual experiences in my life. Romance novels are an escape, like wine and ice cream, but I'm not addicted to either one of those either.

Well, not really.

I like to read. I am an avid reader. My love of reading is no different than those who read Hemingway or Tolstoy or books recommended by Oprah. I simply like to read. And it just so happens the types of books I prefer are classified as romance.

What's next, Romance Readers Anonymous? Therapists coming up with a name for this "illness"? Proscribing Xanax to housewives who are "dissatisfied with their relationship" supposedly because of their choice in reading material?

Pah-leez.