When I was a kid, they couldn't show a bra on a human body on TV. Bras were advertised on a plastic form, or, if on a model, she was wearing a black leotard underneath it.
(I am not making this up.)
"Bewitched," shown in the 1960s, was the first TV program to show a married couple in a double bed. Think about it. Lucy and Desi had twin beds. So did Rob and Laura on "The Dick Van Dyke Show."
When those uptight standards started to fall by the wayside, I cheered, along with everyone else of my generation. We had no idea how far it would go.
I have always cringed at ads for personal products. ED products, feminine hygiene products, prescriptions to control herpes...how low can they go?
I've seen two ads tonight that made me turn off the TV. One for some little sex toy for women, and another for something to cure feminine odor and itch that occur after "intimacy."
Right before I turned off the TV, I told the smiling model, "Honey, if you're itchy and smelly after 'intimacy,' you better take yourself down to the free clinic and get some antibiotics!"
...And the little sex toy! They even showed that!
Now, I'm a firm believer that what one does in the privacy of one's own home (or anywhere away from me, for that matter), is just fine. As my friend Melissa used to say, "In the Grand Scheme of Things, what does it really matter who sticks what into whom?"
But don't expect me to watch this stuff on TV!