I've just got home, with chilli burger in hand (okay, actually, just the wrapper). I am open mouthed in amazement with the thing on TV (C4) about Real Doll. I've heard about this before, but there's something very wierd about this... The documentary overtone is about the objectificatin of women. For me, it's about the detachment of self from realitly.
Oh my god, it gets worse... People saying they can't imagine themselves without dolls. "it's an all-day affair" to take pictures of a few dolls in 'interesting' poses. Oh jesus, there's a bloke in the park (in Southampton, UK) with his 'real doll'. NO NO NO - his doll's got a name - he got photos of the two of them. Oh no... he says 'they're' getting married.
Sorry, this is too weird for this Cat. A real woman, with all her foibles, has to be far superior. The randomness, the surprise, the reciprocation (maybe)... There's no substitute.
Update: Don't ask how I found this, but here's a variation on the theme.