The Daily Beast published a story about a gentleman who calls himself the Girth Master. His name should give you a big hint on what he does for a living and it is quite a living. He makes between $40,000 and $80,000 a month. That’s right a month. He makes in one month what most people make in a year.

Admittedly, he is self reporting his income so, in the interest of accurate reporting, I investigated him further at his Instagram site. I, unfortunately, wasn’t able to learn more about his income but he wasn’t lying about being a Girth Master (Let this also serve as a warning. You will definitely learn more about his girth so please no feedback about how you were struck blind by the girth of the Girth Master). What I am saying is if he didn’t lie about his dick size, I am going to give him the benefit of the doubt about the less important matter of income.

Any way, yes, $80,000 in a good month. Listen I don’t blame the man. He seems a bit of a charmer and even sounds a little embarrassed about his success. If people are buying sex and he is able to sell it, more power to him.

The problem, for me at least, is the $80,000 a month. This is close to a million a year. For something he would do for free but because he has a big dick, people are willing to pay him. Talk about loving your work. It also calls into question the morality of the Free Market. What we care about is where we put our money, right? Well, then, as far as I can see, we care about porn sites and billionaire Taylor Swift.

It also means that we don’t care particularly much about public education or single mothers or homelessness or drug addiction clinics. We know this to be true because well the Girth Master makes $80,000 in a month showing dic pics. Notice the word we. I can’t tell you the amount of money I have spent on dining out, alcohol, lottery tickets, casino gambling and vacations.

Yes those are fun activities and everyone deserves fun in their life. I also know that if I were to spend less on these activities my life would have pretty close to the same amount of fun. But, if I am given the choice to spend my money on another drink at the bar or the homeless man on the street outside, well, I can tell you the extra drink for me is going to win every time.

In the meantime, we will shower the Girth Master and Taylor Swift with more money than they know what to do with. We also will continue to complain about homelessness, mentally ill people roaming the streets, derelict buildings falling into the streets, and pot holes that swallow whole cars. Somebody should do something about that. Not me. But somebody. Really. Because it is a real problem.