Talk:The Red Cap/@comment-9340689-20131201221442/@comment-1988716-20131203060535

America's just as sex-phobic as the rest of us (I'm British, by the way, though I spent most of my life in America). It doesn't act like, say, arachnophobia, where people avoid spiders all they can. It's more like sex is treated like this kind of thing where it's not even acceptable to talk about it, so it becomes this mythical thing that's glorified and distorted. But it's just sex. It's fun when it's consensual and you're in the mood for it, but it's really just about as interesting as dancing, and for similar reasons. Well, except for the "having a baby" thing which is optional with modern medicine and is a whole different ballgame.

Now, there are some good reasons for sex being a taboo topic in some contexts. There are also some not-so-good reasons. All of these reasons are arguably what The Red Cap is about. The good reasons to have sex, the bad reasons to have it. The good things that can come out of it, the bad things that can come out of it. The cultural propagation of that ever-lasting obsession/detestation of it. 'Cause everyone may seem sex-obsessed, but it's all part of the same coin as detestation. Once you put something on a pedestal, after all, it stops seeming as natural as it really is.

Fears aren't all about what they directly do, after all. They can be used to look at things in pretty interesting ways.