The prude dude

Last weekend I went to watch a film again with a friend. We do this every 2 weeks; it's fun. Let me know which one we saw, it's not important for this post.

What is important, to me, is something totally bizarre, in my eyes. Pavlov at work, perhaps. Learnt behaviour. Habit. But totally useless.

A man takes a shower. It's all nice and decent, he is behind a shower curtain, you see nothing. Water stops. You see a naked (yikes) hand picking up a towel. And then...

here it comes...

With the towel wrapped around his waist.

That view struck me like a brick with a thin layer of velvet wrapped around it, to make it look better. I really can't comprehend why someone would do that. Logically I know, because nude, body, bad, shame, yuck, religion, and 'you don't do that'. And, of course, we can't show a really nude man in a film, can we? Because of some odd, made up 'rules of decency'. And if those don't apply, we need to 'think of the children'. No matter how much killing and other horror unfolds in the film.

Growing up without any guidance on what a body looks like, what they can expect, detect and how to recognise and counter something that's really wrong.

Sigh...