Bummer I loved the sears catalog lingerie section as a kid.
I mean, I'm sure its incredibly difficult to find images of women modeling lingerie for sales purposes (and non-sale purposes) these days.
"Those were the days, when you had to sneak the Sears catalog to ogle women in their undies, and pretend you're actually seriously interested in whatever lame comedy was being used to flash gratuitous T&A and the rental store's tapes would be worn out in key sections due to frantic rewinding and rewatching to see some tits! And there were porn stashes out in the woods! And you had to watch real porn in a theater with other men."
Which, you know that actually is a sign of the isolation that the internet has brought. Used to be porn stashes were a shared commodity (I remember us sharing the Playboy stashes of our parents, by that I mean us showing them when friends were over and the parents gone and just looking at them; one friend's dad had boxes and boxes of them, and a friend took some and then his mom found them and he gives me a call freaking the fuck out because his mom had cleaned his room and he couldn't find the Playboys, but she hadn't said anything to him yet...hahaha). And apparently like it used to be common for there to be stashes of porn just out in the woods (with it being kinda a right of passage, like almost Stand By Me, to go find them). And the communal porn theaters.
Not that I'm saying plenty of that was healthy, but it made us have to interact in a way that we don't any more. I think there are healthy more open sex behaviors in a lot of ways these days, but those aren't the norm, and I could see the isolation aspect particularly being an issue with younger people (sure you might amass a huge collection of "real" girls sending pics and of course dick pics are not in short supply, but there's a schizm where its like we're missing the wooing stage of things, so its romantically stunting ourselves in a lot of ways, pics to Netflix 'n chill and then GTFO).