Okay, so we're supposed to be shocked – shocked, I tell you – that Ore Oduba, whoever that is, has a "porn addiction" since he was nine. Give me a break. In a world where reality is basically a choose-your-own-dystopia adventure, and everyone's glued to screens anyway, is this really the hill we're gonna die on?
The headlines scream, "Devastating!" "Destroyed his life!" I'm calling BS. I mean, maybe it is devastating for him, personally. But let's be real, folks, the internet's basically designed to addict you to something. Porn, doomscrolling, influencer drama... it's all the same dopamine drip.
And let's not forget, this "revelation" is conveniently timed for... what, exactly? A new book? A reality show appearance? Don't tell me I'm the only one smelling a PR stunt here. Ore Oduba cuts a low-key figure as he's seen for the first time since revealing devastating porn addiction that has 'destroyed his life' since the age of nine
What's truly addictive isn't the X-rated material itself, it's the attention. The validation. The fleeting sense of control in a world that feels increasingly out of control. We’re all chasing that high, just using different substances. Oduba's vice just happens to be... well, you know.
The addiction specialists are sharing "warning signs" – because offcourse they are. Are they going to suggest some kind of new rehab program or something? Are we supposed to stage an intervention? Because frankly, there are bigger fish to fry.
I mean, is this really worse than, say, being addicted to outrage on Twitter? Or obsessively curating your Instagram feed to project a totally fake version of yourself? At least porn is (usually) honest about what it is.
This whole thing feels like a massive distraction from, you know, actual problems. Like climate change, political corruption, the impending robot apocalypse. But hey, let's all clutch our pearls and worry about some celebrity's internet habits.
And then there's this other headline: "From shoulder pain to lung cancer." What the hell does this have to do with anything? Oh, right, nothing. It's just clickbait designed to scare the crap out of you. "Hidden signs of the disease!" Because apparently, having a sore shoulder is now a death sentence.
This is the problem, isn't it? We're so bombarded with information, so desperate for connection, that we latch onto anything that promises a hit of drama, of fear, of validation. Doesn't matter if it's Ore Oduba's "porn addiction" or a vaguely worded warning about lung cancer. We're all just junkies for attention, mainlining whatever crap the algorithm feeds us.
Maybe Ore Oduba does have a problem. Maybe he needs help. But maybe – just maybe – we should all take a long, hard look at our own digital addictions before we start throwing stones. Before we all start chasing the next outrage, the next scandal, the next fleeting moment of connection in this increasingly disconnected world.
Look, I'm not excusing anyone's bad habits. But this whole thing just feels… sad. A famous guy exposes his personal struggles, and everyone jumps on the bandwagon to judge and sensationalize. Maybe the guy just needs a hug and a therapist, not a public shaming. But hey, that wouldn't sell headlines, would it?
