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February 25th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Google’s Digital Dementia: It’s Forgetting Stuff

Google forgetting stuff: wiping older sites right out of its index like cleaning a blackboard

As if we didn’t have enough problems, there’s a mounting body of evidence that Google now has an attention span somewhat shorter than ten years. After ten years or so, Google forgets things. Or, perhaps, Google just can’t be bothered to index these older web pages, because there’s no money in it.

A commenter mentioned this after my post wherein I spoke of the pain of the Kink.com transition to their “new” (2016) Kink Unlimited product that broke many hundreds of my old links. It turns out that blogging pioneer and web-bones architect Tim Bray noticed the Google-dementia phenomenon about a year ago, writing that “Google has stopped indexing the older parts of the Web.”

Bray had discovered that his old blog posts weren’t turning up in Google searches even when he chased them with extremely precise search terms. I had noticed the same thing, but I assumed it was the “Google hates porn” filter that was killing me. (More on this later.)

Bray also noticed that Bing and Duck-Duck-Go were finding his old posts just fine. The implication is that it’s not some inherent “the web has gotten too big to index” problem, but rather it’s a deliberate choice by Google to focus on newer, fresher material. Bray:

My mental model of the Web is as a permanent, long-lived store of humanity’s intellectual heritage. For this to be useful, it needs to be indexed, just like a library. Google apparently doesn’t share that view.

Indeed.

A couple of days later, Marco Fioretti expanded on Bray’s post with his own examples of the things Google forgets, and had this additionally to say:

Unless we’re all missing something here, it seems more correct to say that Google forgets stuff that is more than 10 years old. If this is the case, Google will remember and index a smaller part of the web every year. Google may do so simply because it would be impossible to do more, for economical and/or technological constraints, which sooner or later would also hit its competitors. But this only makes bigger the problem of what to remember, what to forget and above all who and how should remember and forget.

Neither Bray nor Fioretti applied the term “dementia” to Google. I got that term from an earlier (2017) blog post by open-data maven Tony Hirst, that was referenced in the comments on Bray’s post. Hirst posits that Google is getting both paranoid (because of SEO and other factors) and forgetful. To Hirst, Google seems rooted in the past, crediting signals of link authority that people are mostly not using these days (publication of links on websites) and not able to properly weight or remember the social media signals that accompany most links modernly. It’s a different problem to be sure from the one that Bray and Fioretti highlighted, but the terminology seems applicable here too.

My observations, from my perspective inside the adult/porn parts of the web, are parallel with Hirst’s. Google’s digital dementia is even more severe with respect to adult URLs, because our #pornocalypse-driven exclusion from so much social media means that our links are automatically absent from so many of Google’s modern page quality signals and ranking algorithms.

Here’s my own example, showing the type of digital dementia Bray highlighted. There’s an ErosBlog post from 2005 called Dildoes In the Subway (that’s the post title.) As of this writing, if you search for those four words in quotes, Google will admit to knowing of four places on the web — including three on ErosBlog — where that phrase exists, but Google doesn’t seem to know that the post itself exists:

Google digital dementia search result

Bing? Bing still has possession of all its faculties, and returns the proper post as the first search result:

bing can find it

I’ve been seeing this phenomenon for years, but honestly? I just assumed it was a porn thing. Google hates stinky porn sites like mine, and is always pretending not to know about pages that are actually in its index. Usually what this means is that you haven’t used enough “porn words” in your search query to convince Big Brother Google that you realio-trulio want a porn result, so the porn result is being hidden from you for your own good. But that’s probably not the case here, because “dildoes” ought to be porny enough. And anyway, we can test this; adding the “site:erosblog.com” search filter should override the “it’s for your own good” anti-porn filters:

Google forgot the dildoes

Nope! Google is being adamant here; it knows of three places on ErosBlog that mention this post, but the post itself? Not in the Google index any more.

Just in case you’re skeptical or curious, though, here’s what it looks like when you’re searching for an ErosBlog page that actually is (unlike the Dildos In The Subway page) in Google’s dementia-ridden memory, only Google doesn’t want to show it to you, because stinky porn. I wrote a post in 2005 called The Pony Girls Of Ancient Egypt that contains the unique-on-the-web (until I hit the publish button on this post) phrase “a charioteer boffing a woman”.

Google knows about it. Google hasn’t forgotten it. Google has the charioteer-boffing in its index, all right:

google search result for charioteer boffing

But apparently “boffing” is an insufficiently pornographic word to signify that I am an adult who wants to see porn, genuinely and truly. Because, even though I have all the so-called “safe search” settings turned as far off as Google will allow these days, here’s what Google pretends to know about my Egyptian pony girls once I remove the site:erosblog.com search constraint. That’s right, it’s Sergeant Schultz time: they know nothing! Pony girls? Boffing charioteers? New phone, new search engine, who dis?

new phone, who is this -- google knows nothing

Increasingly I find myself going to Bing when I need completeness in a search result. Google’s digital dementia, it turns out, is part of why that has become necessary.

 
February 24th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Porn Wars Nostalgia

I was doing some Google searches on old ErosBlog posts (about which more soon) when I discovered something amusing. Fourteen years ago I had a point to make in the endless wars that Serious Ideological Feminists were then waging (and, to a lesser extent, are still trying to wage to this day) against pornography. One of these extremists claimed that we pigdog porn consumers “CANNOT know if the girl you are masturbating to is, in reality, a sexual slave from Austria who has a gun pointed at her head just off camera.” To which my response back in 2005 was:

Yeah. And you cannot know that the bottle of salad dressing you pour on your salad isn’t full of stale unpasteurized jizz from bored wanking food factory workers, either. But that doesn’t make it likely, or stop you from eating creamy salads. Why not? Because of branding. If you worry about funky jizz in your dressing, you buy a reputable brand from a company you trust, one that’s got white-coated vat inspectors and security cams all over the factory floor. And, if you really worry, you do research. You get a tour of the factory, or (more likely) read the article in Consumer Reports by the reporter who worked there for three days undercover. The point is, you check into it a little bit.

This is perfectly possible with porn. You look for accounts of what it’s like to work for a particular porn company, how they treat their people, how the sets are run, whatever you’re worried about. Of course you can’t disprove sensationalist claims about porn factories full of enslaved Eastern European beauties this way – folks who want to cling to that fantasy will continue to do so, brandishing their “news” stories from The Weekly World News, National Enquirer, and Reader’s Digest – but you can satisfy yourself, along with any other reasonable people who might be curious, that the porn you buy is sex slave free.

Imagine my amusement and delight to discover that my stale-jizz salad-dressing analogy got quoted with approval in the middle of mostly-useless 2010 train wreck of a porn wars comment thread at Scienceblogs.com. That turkey of a thread is more than 46,000 words of hateful thrash (according to wordcounter.net) and I cannot recommend hardly any of it to you. My sense is that the porn wars are mostly more sophisticated these days, or perhaps I’ve just gotten better at avoiding the worst dens of festering idiocy.

There were a few high points among the 46k words of headbanging. Perhaps my favorite bits were these paragraphs by commenter “spit”:

Wow, the porn wars will never end. Never. I still have scars from earlier battles in it. Y’all are way behind.

I guess my take at this point, as a pretty damn feministy feminist, is that both sides are kind of wrong. I think it’s really pretty clear to me that porn can involve exploitation, that it doesn’t have to by nature (but frequently does), that it may encourage some people toward nastiness but not others, and that it likely has social effects on attitudes about women and is also a product of those and other longstanding attitudes about women (positive feedback loop).

People are often capable of having all sorts of fantasies that they don’t find ethical and would never actually act on. The origin of those fantasies may well be social attitudes, so in that regard, the problem isn’t just the gross porn nearly so much as it is that there’s a market for it in the first place. Of course, how much of that is a feedback loop is anybody’s guess. Those attitudes are built and reinforced in any number of troubling ways, porn simply being one of the easiest to argue about. But I tend to view what exploitation is in it as a symptom much more than a cause, I guess, and know better than to think that people would suddenly respect women sexually if they stopped watching porn while they’re still living in a culture that objectifies girls as infants. I guess in that regard, I just feel like I have other fish to fry, except in the cases of coerced stuff or utter lack of consent. My opinion, of course, and others’ mileage may vary.

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February 23rd, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Seka, Undressing

I watched this animated .gif of porn superstar Seka undressing for… awhile. No matter how many times she shucks out of this dress, it never seems to get old. Obviously I didn’t watch forever. But I’ll admit I watched for quite a time:

platinum blonde porn superstar Seka undressing in a 1980 porn movie -- animated .gif

The animation captures a few moments from the 1980 classic A Place Beyond Shame, in which Seka plays an international sex symbol who has (briefly, implausibly) lost all her libido. Fortunately, a handy hypnotist helps her find it again. (The thanks of a grateful public, and cetera.)

Click the image below for a larger (1280 pixels) but static view of Seka’s dress removal in progress:

Seka undressing in the 1980 porn movie A Place Beyond Shame

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February 20th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Three Women And Two Carrots

In the erotic taxonomy of vegetables in erotic art, we see carrot dildos almost as often as the cucumber ones:

three lesbians playing with two carrot dildos

However, I do have to admit this is the first time I’ve ever seen a rendering of a woman penetrated by two carrots at the same time.

Illustration is by an anonymous/uncredited artist in Perverse Lydia (1958).

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February 19th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

“Frosting The Danish Pastries”

You’ve heard the phrase “busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest”? Well, pity the man with four ladies who all want to be briskly fucked at the same time, because he, too, is going to be a busy man! This .gif of a fellow busily trying to service four women is from the 1973 movie I Jomfruens Tegn (released in 1975 in the USA under the title Danish Pastries):

man fucking four women from behind in 1973 porn movie Danish Pastries

Plot synopsis from IMDB:

The impending approach of Venus – known to cause “disturbing erotic behavior” – sends two men with very different missions to the town of Petit-Bois. One to save the schoolgirls from lust, the other to test a new aphrodisiac. Chaos ensues.

It’s looking to me as if the aphrodisiac works!

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February 18th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Leopard Girls From The Dance Halls Of Paris

Catgirls have always been popular! According to Au carrefour étrange, these sparkling sequin-covered leopard girls graced one of the great burlesque halls of Paris, such as the Lido, the Carrousel or the Folies Bergère:

leopard girls in their catgirl outfits for the burlesque shows of Paris

The photo is by Daniel Frasnay from the 1960 German book Paris Review.

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February 17th, 2019 -- by Bacchus

Stroke Book Salad Tossing

Southern Tramp -- early 1980s anonymous stroke book featuring an overwrought analingus 'salad tossing' scene

There are reasons the stroke books of the 70s and 80s up and vanished pretty much as soon as “real porn” on VHS tape became widely available. These cheap little paperbacks aren’t usually remembered with much fondness, except perhaps for their cover art (usually the best thing about them). The quality of the erotic prose inside is perhaps a large part of why. I can’t tell if this is a simple bit of salad tossing anal foreplay or a ritual cult sacrifice:

But Melanie had one more virginal orifice Jarvis wanted to explore.

“Turn over on your belly, baby,” he ordered huskily.

Obediently, Melanie rolled over. Jarvis’ eyes greedily swept down to the full, firm cheeks of her creamy, translucent ass. He ran his fingers down her back and dug them into the pliant, shimmering mounds of flesh. Spreading them apart, he revealed the sweet winking rosette of her unviolated asshole. It was pink and puckered and looked incredibly tight.

Jarvis scooted down and lowered his face slowly until it was inches away from the marshmallow-like lobes of her high, firm buns. He blew hot air between the quivering butt cheeks, and slowly leaned forward. Puckering his lips, he pressed them against the quivering bunghole, letting her buttocks close about his face. He forked out his tongue greedily and swiped it over the slick, tight anus, tasting the pungent flavor of it, his heart hammering violently in his chest.

Melanie’s body jerked and she gave an astonished gasp of pleasure. Jarvis was revealing to her erotogenic areas she had never imagined could be aroused before. Jarvis began to work his tongue back and forth rapidly, plunging the tip of it against the puckered maw, inserting it slowly into the tight, clenching muscle until it slid into the blazing, clutching interior of her colon.

A sob of dumbfounded delight broke in Melanie’s throat and she lifted her ass instinctively…

That’s a tiny excerpt from AG-109 Southern Tramp (#109 in the American Girls series, by an uncredited/anonymous author).

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