Exactly! Not quite Father of the Year material, is he?
This is the type of robot I want around my house.
Though I guess it wouldn’t hurt if it looked like Pris.
Being a married incel seems counterintuitive.
Funny you should mention that. Just yesterday I observed several people smoking in several areas marked with “No Smoking” signs (outdoors in downtown Minneapolis), when I felt a sudden and powerful urge to make a humanoid smoking robot which power-inhales cigarattes (preferably Marlboros).
There are two ways to look at this. Either it’s a sex toy that’s also supposed to be taken on family outings, or it’s a companion toy for kids, that’s also got a fuckable orafice.
You don’t need to be an expert in child psychology to find both options squicky as hell.
This has the ending to Anomalisa written all over it…
I suspect that a household in which children and sex robots regularly interact is pretty unlikely to be healthy, but less because of the robots, and more because of everything else that has to go sideways to result in that interaction.
This statement tells us a lot about the person that said it though:
“A daughter is going to grow up and think maybe this happened because Mommy wasn’t beautiful enough – am I?”
Without having the thing put into a sexualized context, a kid is going to see the thing as a weird mannequin and little else. A teenager might be able to put that together, but that’s still really only because they have more of an understanding of what sex is.
Furthermore, even if we’re talking about a kid that’s old enough to understand what sex is, and what a sex robot is and is for, the only way they’re going to frame it in a “this happened because Mommy wasn’t beautiful enough” context is if that is indeed what happened, and it has been indicated to the children in some way. When people talk about sex robots, the discussion tends to dwell on whether or not the robots would result in an increase in sexual violence (I don’t know, but I know the same argument is used against pornography, but at this point the scientific consensus seems to be that pornography doesn’t increase sexual violence, and might actually lower it depending on various factors) or it’s only slightly less absurd than Futurama’s “Electro-Gonorrhea: the noisy killer” skit in suggesting that everyone will be so satisfied with their sex robots that we’ll stop reproducing entirely and go extinct.
So while letting your kids hang out with your sex robot strikes me as probably not a great idea, I think the real point of the post was kink shaming. It was published by the Sun and picked up by the New York Post; both of those publications can readily assume that their reader base will be clutching their pearls and looking for a fainting couch at the very mention of anything that doesn’t fit their very narrow definition of “normal” human sexuality.
More likely mode - mom & robot run off together.
Why are many people writing here that “mom is not beautiful enough”? The interview makes it clear that the wife help in building the robot and, for all I know, maybe she enjoys seeing her partner playing with the robot.
I definitely heard something about differently charged libidos. The squick factor for me is trying to feel sexual about an inanimate object as if it were real.
At that point they’re not kids anymore and the parents can have the honest discussion about sexual compatibility and libido. The professors seem to think that these parents will never have the sex talk with their teenagers and force them to make bad assumptions instead.
A fair assumption for many families, I think. Even families that “have the sex talk” may do a lousy job, leaving the teenager with the internet and gossip to fill in the blanks.
I’m willing to bet that the family that lets the kids interact with the homemade fun time bot is going to be willing to have a frank discussion about sex.
“When a daddy, mommy and sex-robot love each other very much…”
I dunno, it’s been a staple of comedy for at least 400 years…
You can tell I’ve been married for a while. Went to the doctor’s last week, he said, ‘Have you had sex in the last seven days?’ And I said, ‘No, my birthday’s in April.’ (Brian Kiley)