One Casual sex and swearing cocktail please!!

I was torn between lumping these two issues together into one big post, but I decided to do it anyway. Normally I don't see myself as a moralist, I certainly don't find it entertaining to sit on a high horse and snob my nose at every move people make. However, there's a difference between being a moralist and being moral less.

Present society is consumed with the need for advancement, the need to leave behind archaic and traditional ways in order to adopt modern customs. Development is necessarily not a bad thing, just like the internet is not a deceptive web made to ensnare vulnerable souls. However, we can hardly boast about having a developed society while our moral bonds disintegrate. I am not begging for a return to the times when holding hands in public raised the well-defined eyebrows of orderly matrons, or saying the word wiener gained you a cuff from your agitated mother. No. Nonetheless, I cringe each time I witness a raunchy couple attempting to play the guitar below each other's belts, or have to turn up my headphones just to block out the foul mouthed lad beside me attempting to break the record for most swear words said in one sentence. When did our morals descend so low that these events are no longer viewed in a negative light, but have been naturalized to become something we simply overlook? 

Take for instance the embarrassing walk of shame, usually undertaken by a solitary female or male who had the misfortune of coupling with someone in a residence other than theirs. Now they have to trudge through the glare of the morning sun, head held down to avoid the accusing stares, in an attempt to amble their way back to their home. The walk of shame is a regular sight here at university, recently a picture of a girl making her way back home in the morning in the clothes she wore the night before, was put on the 'Spotted in Nottingham' page. Instead of the usual guffaws that fill the comment section, a lad posted that it should rather be called the strut of pride and the comment gained a considerable amount of likes. I don't encourage 'slut shamming' (an online wave that does exactly what the name suggests), but for the sake of our crumbling societal morals, do we really have to condone young men and women shagging someone just cause they caught their fancy? 

Sex might be a physical act, but it is the most intimate way that a person can get to know another. Deny it as you may, but emotional attachments come with the territory. Maybe it has something to do with the exchange of bodily fluids. But how can people not fall into this trap when the media glorifies sex, the music industry promotes sex, and even novels which should have been a form of escapism have transformed sex into an unavoidable step in the relationship game! No longer do contemporary writers end a date with a chaste kiss, but the passion between the couple can only be dramatized by describing in exquisite detail their tryst in the massive water bed with the 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. 

I love romance novels, hence my addiction with Jane Austen, but I am simply disgusted with some of the books floating around the eBook store. Not only do their words lack eloquence, but the sordid pictures they paint are better classed under the erotica section. Our hero is no longer enraptured by the quiet strength in the heroine as she deals with the challenges in her life, but is rather intrigued by her lovely rose bud lips and gets harder as he pictures it wrapping around his engorged member (and not all the books are as classy as that, some just say, pardon my French, "He couldn't wait to bend her over the pool table and ram her f****** a** while she moans his name again and again". Sometimes I download a book hoping for a story that would rival that of Jane Eyre, and end up with 50 shades of Erotica. Finding a good contemporary romance novel that does not include casual sex and swearing is becoming harder than getting a cow to come down the stairs after you've led it up. 

Ladies and gentlemen, there is no need to pepper your sentences with colorful words. Isn't it just as easy to say that a meal is exquisitely delightful or simply say that the burst of flavors upon your palate is rendering your taste buds completely hypnotized, instead of saying that the food is b******** awesome, or f****** amazing?!

I have an elderly friend called Margaret. I sometimes go to her house for a chat, sitting on her lovely couch with her dog Holly lounging on my lap. She talks about the days when a man would berate another man for swearing in front of a lady, by shouting "Language! Lady present". Now she's simply appalled by the words that come out of some girls these days. It's especially common at Uni to have people swear, you could call it a new social convention, and class you as a prude if you refuse to utter such words.

Stripping ourselves of the cloak of tradition doesn't mean that we should leave ourselves open to the winds of degradation and decadence. For such a civilized society that we are fighting to become, our moral code is declining to that of the uninhibited animal kingdom.