Many years ago I used to work with a fellow we joking called "John the Baptist" behind his back. 'Cos he was Baptist and was named John - hardly a subtle joke, eh. He was actually a pretty good guy and polite to me even after I let it slip that I had a, er, male companion (I dislike the name "boyfriend". It makes it sound like he's seventeen.) Anyway he once lent us his car for a drive Tacoma to Seattle; his car radio was tuned to some local Christian station and we listened for a time. On came an advert, rather delicately worded, aimed at those addicted to pornography. It was the "gateway" phenomenon all over again and it was both sad and ludicrous to hear the commercial's anguished testimonial (presumably delivered by an actor) of how the poor fellow first stumbled across "those pictures" and before he knew it was tracking the evil stuff down on the Internet for hours a day. I don't remember how it ended up; presumably he "hit bottom" after getting found out at work or by his wife or something.

Myself, I don't look at the stuff every day. Every few days, maybe; I guess I haven't hit my Lost Weekend of concupiscence yet.

And of course the "addiction" trope has been applied to homosexuality as well. It's like booze, they tell us.

By the way, how is suffering violence ("bearing suffering" is redundant) "vitreous"? Is this some theological term I'm ignorant of? "Vitreous" to me mean "glassy". Maybe it means that victims of violence become glassy-eyed.

I think they probably meant 'virtuous.'