Google search is a window into our souls

Ever since my blogging career started Ive had some sort of visitor… logging… program… thing. I dont know what they call them. Essentially it tells me how many people come to my site, when and from where. Its important to a blogger because it instantly gives us an indication of how many people in this world DONT give a shite about what we have to say.

So what Ive found most interesting are the google search referrals.

We are a curious species. Search engines like Yahoo and Google have given us this outlet to satisfy that *googles spelling of* insatiable need to “know”. And who could blame us. I remember in my younger years, my dad gave me these encyclopedia’s for my birthday every year. They were useful to me at some point. Now I sit and stare at them on my shelf sometimes, saddened by the knowledge that much of the contents have either been expanded upon or debunked and further saddened by the fact that the task of moving them is so daunting, that they have lazily earned a spot on my shelf forever.

I often find these google searches rather comical. There is a daily horde of people looking for information on “how to shave their asshole”. There are even more looking for Angel lola luv and Raven Symone porn…

there are A LOT of people looking for Raven Symone porn.

There was one search for “High heel in mans asshole” which truly baffled me. Even given the hilarious nature of these searches, none of them really surprised me except one which simply read:

is it ok to let my mom see my penis

I mean… look at that. There’s just so much story there. Who WAS this person and why were they asking this? One would assume that he had some sort of… defect and was wondering if it was cool to show his mom. But thats the beauty of this search. Someone else could be assuming something completely different than I. On the one hand, when I see searches like “High heel in mans asshole” it gives a window into THAT persons rather, uh, perverted soul, but this search gives us a window into our own.

Pass this around at a party and you’ll get a dozen different interpretations one of which would surely be:

“…he wants to hit it”