A Veneer of Certainty

I'm really not understanding the problem some people have with the "Astronaut Sex!" issue of Texas Monthly. Two people in mock spacesuits on a seedy motel bed. That's it. By the prevailing comments to the Chronicle article the rage has to do with the word "sex" being out in the open where some impressionable young mind will read it and, presumably, morph in a hormone-addled sex junkie with a sassy mouth and a taste for the bizarre.

I've got $5 that says those people worried about the effect of a single word are the same ones who shrieked loudest over the HPV vaccine and the perception that it would turn good daughters into sex fiends.

Get a grip, people. Chances are excellent that the younguns have already seen the word and found a dozen abbreviated versions for use in texting to each other.