Yesterday I mentioned how the goalposts kept getting moved for Bill Clinton after it was discovered he allowed an intern to service him in the Oval Office. James Lileks makes a similar point about this tendency on his blog today:
We’re probably ten years away from bestiality japes entering the no-go zone. Within five years they’ll probably remake “Flipper,†and it’ll be a hard R. Critics of the movie, if they’re on the right, will be subjected to the usual eye-rolling, because they can’t possibly be objecting to sex with animals; it’s part-and-parcel of their desire to return to the 50s, when Donna Reed was chained to a stove, deprived of footwear, perpetually pregnant and forced to vote for Ike at knifepoint. Oh, sure, you disapprove of sex-positive dolphin movies. Your kind didn’t want the nation to see Elvis from the waist down.
That may be exaggerated for humor, but in it you’ll see a depressing encapsulation of 50 years of lowering standards that has gotten us…where?
