One can understand why it becomes important to make sex bizarre and embarrassing. It’s imperative that we redirect all that potential intimacy and conflict back into war, where it belongs. I mean, you know, piles of dead people and places ripped apart. Soldiers on the march. Tears. Teams of men with god-like powers. Explosions. Poisoned land and ruined lives.

I mean, compared to sex and adultery, war is a magnificent public spectacle that demands our patriotic effort and our agreement to participate in wholesale atrocity at any cost. Sex seems kind of tawdry in comparison. It’s just not big enough. Where’s the spectacle? Besides, that’s secretly what everyone is killing each other about, and we certainly wouldn’t want them to discover -that-.