Culture And Sex
Hugh Hefner, the creator of Playboy magazine, died last week. One article I read about his influence said that when the first issue of Playboy was published (in Dec 1953) most American men had never seen a picture of a nude woman.
My how things have changed in 64 years.
By the way, calling the first centrefold (Marilyn Monroe) nude is a bit of a stretch. The shower scene in Sixteen Candles (a 1984 PG rated movie) showed more. But the picture did show one breast clearly, which was more than most men of that time had ever seen in a picture.
When men of my father’s generation got married, odds are had only seen a breast if they managed to get a girl to let them in the backseat of a car. Most had never seen a vulva, and this was even true for some who’d had contact with one. When I got married I had seen thousands of women’s breast, and at least several hundred vulvas. Today many 16-year-old boys have passed those numbers.
It’s rather shocking how fast this has changed, and it makes me wonder how much I have been affected by the culture in which I swim. I work fairly hard to avoid seeing anyone other than my wife naked, but I wouldn’t avoid a movie just because it had a bit of nudity; I see not looking as good enough. Have I accepted too much? Have I fallen for the idea that being better than the world is good enough? Have I accepted things I shouldn’t without even being aware of it?
I don’t know the answers to those, but I plan to think and pray on it.
What about you?