Life is a series of reactions.
What defines who we are is how we choose to react. If we want our kids to grow up and be traumatized by every little thing (no pun intended there), then we teach them that the appropriate way to react to seeing human genitals is to freak out and call the cops, then focus on how "bad" that situation was. It is the way we choose to react, and how we teach our kids to choose to react to little shit like this that creates a whole society of fucked up individuals. We are the only species of animals that wears clothes for various purposes, but our mental state has become that we wear clothes to hide our junk, not to get skin burns when we cook bacon, prevent ourselves from getting cold, or not be injured in hazardous enviornments. It is almost as if people are being expected to feel guilty because they even have 'junk' to begin with. The guilt of even having genitals has been entrenched into our minds so deeply that it can be used to manipulate us into doing things we would not ever do of our own conclusions, but would do due to the external influences.
If our culture were to freak out at various types of objects that could resemble genitals in some way shape or form, we'd have a guilt ridden pharmacutical dependant sexually deviant society that would be hopelessly lost, but isnt that what we have already? Whats next? Try to make banans go extinct because it slightly resembles the shape of a one eyed trouser snake? Prohibit looking at mushrooms because it has a "cap"? Require a License of photography of Mexican Foods because the shape of a corn tortilla might be viewed as some as Labia? How about Cock Rock Mountain, should we blow a wad (of cash) to demolish it because it kind of looks like something? Wesley Snipes was right, we have become a Brady Bunch pussy whipped version of ourselves that are incapable of critical thinking.
But what if it wasnt just the Purple Headed Yogurt Slinger that we went batshit crazy over? There was a time when viewing the ankles of our fairer sex was frowned upon. Should all the men be expected to immediately respond by popping uncontrollable raging throbbing boners at the very mention of a woman with a hole in the knee of her jeans? What then? A woman wears flip flops to the grocery store and you need a cleanup on isles 3, 4 and 5? We could go incredibly deep into the psychosis that has penetrated into our way of thinking, but lets stop kidding ourselves about needing to see doctors for erections that last longer than four hours every time we catch a glimpse of an earlobe and conclude that since everyone has these body parts, we should react to seeing those bits of skin as if it were an elbow or some other body part that there probably arent even fetishes for.
Sexual deviance is the product of the influence a sexually deviant society has on an individual. Just dont fry your eggs naked.
