No one who knows me would call me a prude, in fact, quite the opposite, but I'm certainly beginning to feel like one.
I grew-up in the middle of the sexual revolution. Although I was never interested in nor practiced "free love", I did and do believe that whatever consenting adults do behind closed doors is nobody's business but their own. And therein lies the prude part of me... "behind closed doors." Public displays of affection are good. Public displays of lust are not. I don't want to see you suck face any more than you want to see me take a dump.
There is such thing as public decency and the public has a right to determine what public behavior is acceptable and what is not. Of course, we all know it's the definition of "acceptable" that causes the ruckus, maybe even more so than the act itself and we, as a society, have been fighting and bickering over what constitutes free speech and what is acceptable public behavior since that concept was written into the Constitution. I, for one, was fully behind the idea of freedom of speech being extended to acts of artistic expression, even to the point of accepting the idea of allowing strippers to be considered "artists." In retrospect, I realize that I was wrong.
Somehow, we have allowed the hucksters and smut peddlers to have free-range while hiding under the protection of the First Amendment. They have undermined our culture and elevated lust to the point to where it is not only acceptable, but something to seek and even admire. We are bombarded with sexual innuendo and enticements. The most aired commercials on television are those hawking pills to give you a hard on, on demand, for "when the moment is right." We make scum like Howard Stern and Hugh Hefner multimillionaires and elevate them to iconic status.
But, as bad as it is. As debase as it is. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, here comes the latest craze, Air Sex.
What makes this particularly onerous is that it's done in everyday nightclubs and on college campuses. Places where impressionable youth go.
Call me a prude if you like, but if we can't find a way to weed this kind of thing out of our culture, we're dead, as dead as any debaucherous culture that's ever come before us.