Ah, for the “good ole days!?” When we of the mainstream had little awareness of interracial marriage; homosexuals conveniently stayed in the closet; incest was unheard of; divorce a rarity, except in Hollywood; children in school were safe with their teachers; interns secure in D.C.; vehicles pulled over when sirens blasted in lieu of wild car chases; Jews married Jews, Catholics, Catholics, Protestants, Protestants; abstinence was presumed, and sex contracts not in the lexicon. Even in the old “girlie” magazines breasts were not exposed until [p]impish “Playboy” became celebrated. Erection was a private thing until Viagra and Bob Dole entered the scene.


Today the mores have been altered. Interracial marriage is in your face and acceptable as long as it is not in your own family. Gays are not only out of the closet they demand open marriage, especially at election time — even some politicians have gays in their family. Marriage between a man and a woman is supposed to be sacred, but divorce occurs frequently in the mainstream — soon gays will embark on it too. Teacher’s pet has taken on a new connotation. Car chases are not only common they border on demolition derby. It is apparently common for female interns — nor can males be ruled out — learning intramural sex rather than inside politics. Interfaith marriage is old hat now. Abstinence is utterly Victorian and virginity a mark of shame. Sex contracts are something new that suggest rape consent. Exposure of breast[s] — Victoria Secret fashion show exposes both breast in only three-quarters — is now a super bowl feat, and erectile dysfunction is demonstrated by rap artists’ busy hands.