What tends to happen on a cruise, much like in a prison, is your tastes become adjusted to what’s being offered. I don’t believe I have to elaborate, hoping we’ve all seen shows like Oz, or Orange is the New Black. After several days on a ship, you start adjusting your standards a bit. Slightly overweight may not be so bad now. On land you weren’t checking for the Asian and Pacific Islanders, where now you’re smiling in their direction, hoping for a porn scene-like meeting on the elevator after last call.

These are ship goggles. And you’ll get off at a port and immediately your default tastes are back. But life is about exploring. Let those goggles help you make a conscious decision to broaden your horizons at sea and on land.

This is not me condoning being a whore.