Seriously, Who Buys Porn at the Airport Bookstore?

I'm in Detroit waiting to get on my flight to NYC. I've been here since 4:30 AM so I've been killing time perusing the books and magazines in the little bookstore.

These are the same books and magazines I checked out in the airport bookstore back home in LA, but that's absolutely irrelevant. I have to go in. I just love that bookstore smell, the soft lighting, the ambiance of knowledge to be gained.

I don't need to buy a book since I'm rereading "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison right now. But I'm sorely tempted to buy a magazine. And there's so many of them available and helpfully organized by section. Women's general interest and beauty. Women's fitness. Travel and leisure. Entertainment and music. News. Sports. Men's general interest.

And then , last but not least, stuck over in the corner, the plastic-lined magazines with black plastic things in front of them so that we can only see the titles. Ta-da! It's the porn section!

I'm really wondering, who exactly is buying porn at the airport? I mean, have you ever sat next to someone who put down their little tray table and busted open an issue of Hustler or Black Tail? Playgirl?

Thankfully I have not.

So do people buy the porn and then stuff the mags in their carry on so they can salivate over the pictures later on? And why are the magazines covered with plastic? After all, I can browse Vanity Fair to see if I want to get it, but a porn buyer just has to take his or her chances.

I guess a naked body is all that's required.

If you have ever purchased porn in an airport before, let me know the 411. Did you read on the plane or surreptitiously stuff it in your bag next to your copy of Newsweek?

And with that, ladies and gentleman, I'm headed to NYC, porn free.