And our culture descends ever further into idiocy and debauchery. This time, it's a show where couples have sex in a box on stage and then come out and talk about their experiences. That's why it's called "Sex Box." Because it's a box. With sex. Get it?
This is an intensely stupid idea for a television show, and obviously depraved for a number of reasons, not the least of which being the involvement of a "Christian pastor" who says she was called by God to participate in a reality show where sex is reduced to a disembodied spectacle. Yet another reason why it's dangerous to let just any person declare themselves a "pastor."
(You'd think every denomination would at least include the Bible in the process of determining who gets to claim the title. And if they did that, they'd probably notice the parts that make it rather explicitly clear that women have many incredibly indispensable roles to play in the church -- but pastor isn't one of them. Obviously, her participation in this show has little to do with her being a woman and everything to do with her being enchanted with the idea of getting on camera, which is a temptation shared equally by both genders. Still, I'd feel like a coward if I danced around the "women pastors" issue.)
I think this kind of show again brings to light one of the fascinating dichotomies of modern American life: we are at once completely bored with sex and also completely obsessed with it. Only a society with a juvenile infatuation with sex could possibly find any value in watching a show called "Sex Box"; but then only a society utterly bored with and disinterested in the full experience of human sexuality -- the experience shared by loving spouses in the context of loyalty, devotion, and sacrifice -- could look to fill their fulfill their sexual desires through watching this or any other form of pornography.
That's what's so interesting about our attitudes toward sex. You'd think we love it, but we don't. The exact opposite is true. Imagine the difference between a healthy person who savors a slice of cake after a good meal, and a morbidly obese over-eater who scarfs down three Cinabons while sitting in the food court at the mall. You might have the impression that the latter "loves food" more, but this is not the case. To them, food is a compulsion. A drug. A prison. They don't love it. They just consume it. It is the healthy person, the one who exercises and eats vegetables with most meals, who can really find joy in a good dessert. They can love it because they are not a slave to it.
This metaphor falls apart if you look at it too closely, I realize. Food and sex aren't exactly the same thing -- that's why it's a metaphor. And you might point out that cake, while fine and good in moderation, is never actually objectively "healthy," whereas sex, when put in the right context, definitely is. All the same, you get my point (maybe).
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