But the pornification does not stop at horror media. There is food porn - the glorification of the image of food, of the idea of eating food, which like pornography values only those qualities that can be readily reproduced for mass consumption (namely the image) and then exaggerates them to obscene proportions so as to compensate for the lack of tactile feedback and the inability to satiate. The images of food porn entice the viewer to lick, dislocating the sense-memory and crowning sight above scent in the bestial hierarchy. By comparison to food porn, the everyday meal is pale and limp, lacking in luster, colour, sheen, and ultimately appeal. The viewer must seek out more dishes, ever further afield, without ever grabbing hold of the meaning of a meal: to satisfy the eater in the present moment.
These examples of pornification are not really pornification at all. They appear that way because of the way the image has so completely and obviously infiltrated and totally replaced the realm of pornography that any similar process appears by comparison to be an extension of that process. But that process is properly understood as the reification of the image as perpetuated by the spectacle.
But pornography (at least the bad pornography that dominates the genre, I am unaware of any that is good) is not referred to as sex-spectacle. Torture-porn is not torture-spectacle, food-porn is not called food-spectacle. Porn has become synonymous with spectacle, and the public, lacking in familiarity with the articulation of the spectacle by Debord, reaches out and grasps for the nearest fruit, and so by association porn becomes spectacle and the preferred modifier to all corrupted consumption.
Addendum
Greater sins than the reproduced image have been produced in the image of food. In some cultures elaborate food sculptures are made from plastics and other loathsome chameleonic materials, made to look sickly sweet and glistening with flavour, and are presented in store fronts to advertise the real thing. While such abominable imitations are not readily reproduced and therefore cannot have the widespread and near instant deleterious effects of food-porn, there is a special kind of misery about their very existence. They are “chocolate-box” illustrations come to a brain-dead half-life, consuming three dimensions of space in a world overcrowded with unwanted noise. That such debris finds a comfortable home in the island of Japan should be a source of national shame and the cause for deep introspection.
References
Debord, G. (2004) The Society of the Spectacle. Translated by Knabb, K. London: Rebel Press.
Power, N. (2009) One Dimensional Woman. Winchester, UK: Zero Books.
Adorno, T. W. (1991). The Culture Industry. London: Routledge.