Don't give Samantha Strong a bad name. 
No, just think of it...CalPig's husband with the Van Dyke beard keeps an old VHS player in the guest room and a cache of grainy old Savannah and Madison scenes, copied onto cheap Walgreen's tapes on SLP mode
to fit in six full hours of big-haired, purple-skinned skanks, behind the Christmas decorations in the garage. When CalPig goes out to warble her paeans to the majesty of his wang, he dashes downstairs and yanks out a tape,
ANY tape, and scrams back in. He cues up one of his favorite scenes and imagines his wife Peg has hair and no Adam's Apple, and from there he takes a long stroll down Main Street in Faptown, USA.
"Why is the carpet stiff in this one little place?" Peg wonders when she cleans the guest room. He must have had a treat in here that dripped, she imagines.
A treat indeed. Trust me, Samantha Strong and the coterie of late 80's and early 90's porn starlets have helped many a middle-aged man cope with the onus of an ugly wife in the 2010s.