Conversations with a madwoman

All that Victorian/Puritan nonsense would be funny if it wasn't so ridiculous. I mean, we're supposed to be the uptight stiff-upper-lipped ones but I've seen bare arses of both genders used in commercials and nobody bats an eyelid. I suppose it's really something else to blame on The Glorious Empire On Which The Sun Never Sets Nor Shall It*. 200yrs ago the solution to unrest in the cities was not electoral reform but wholesale export of anyone aware enough to be offended and energetic enough to do owt about it (Yes, they were technically criminals, but you wouldn't believe what was counted as a crime then). 150yrs before that, after over a century of bitter divisive religious and pseudoreligious wars and judicially sanctioned setting-fire-to-people-you-don't-like it was tacitly decided that uncompromising fundamentalism was A Bad Thing, and the doctrinaire were allowed to jump to the front of the queue for the ships over the Atlantic. Yes, it's all our fault (again) and we're truly sorry (again, again)