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So, I'm here at work, and I just checked in a couple of customers. In the background I've got this show HBO's been playing lately called Tell me you Love me. It's about a sex therapist helping this handfull of couples to have good, fulfilling sex. (In short, I'm for it.) So, here we are in south-central Indiana, and there's this married pair of parents having the first real orgasm they've shared in years up on the screen, and I overhear the customers:
Midwestern Mind 1: ZOMG WHAT IS THAT!?!?!? *holds up checkbook to cover her eyes*
Midwestern Mind 2: Well, it's definitely not Family Oriented. *sniff*
(You could hear the capital letters when she said it.)
What I wanted to say: Erm, so how exactly did you get here? Did your mommy tell you it was the stork? I, um... I see there are kids in your car... Are they selling them now at Volde-Mart and no one told me? Was there a Two For One Sale?
Good lord, people, grow up. You're how old and you still believe all of those myths about how sex is some kind of huge horrid sin, reserved for one man and one woman for the sake of--Oh, wait making a family!--and everything else is evil EVIL EEEEEEVVIIIYLL!
Not being ashamed of your body? Sex for pleasure? Men on men? Women on women? Having more than one lover? For shame, you horrible horrible devil-spawn!!! Oh, wait, there's a married couple with kids on TeeVee doing it! And they like it! Nope! Nevermind! It's all bad!!!
*headdesk* Why do I live here???
What I said: *best phoney I'm-imagining-lions-chewing-on-your-spleen smile* Here's your receipt and your key. You're room is 1**. It's just around the corner and five doors down. Have a nice night!
