What I find fascinating about this thread is that it shows how the boundaries have shifted – in some cases vanished – over the last few decades. There are very few hard-and-fast rules when it comes to censoring; if there were, a computer could do it. So what a censor decides is worth suppressing is based solely on judgment and values and fears of what the advertiser/audience will say. Many times, it leads to incredibly stupid decisions.
In the '50s, Lucy and Ricky had to be shown in separate beds, despite being married. They had to fight battles when Lucy became pregnant every step of the way, starting with deciding what words to use to express being pregnant (can’t remember if they actually used the p-word or not).
In the early '70s, on “All in the Family,” hearing the toilet flush was shocking. You just didn’t hear that on TV.
When ABC briefly ran the Best of Monty Python shows late at night, their cuts were so egregious that the troupe sued, saying that the censoring was so bad that it diminished the value of the material (one cut, for example, was the “Summarize Proust” competition when Graham Chapman, asked about his hobbies, was blanked on the word “masturbation” and possibly “strangling small animals.”). Some of the skits were so bowderized, not just bleeped but cut and rearranged, that it made the comedy even more incomprehensible.
One of the skits banned from the late '70s “Saturday Night Live” didn’t have a rude word in it. It was a commercial parody for “Placenta Helper.” Gross? Tasteless? Sure, but they let pass the “Bass-o-Matic” ad, in which Dan Ackroyd blenderized a fish on live TV (BTW, I was nauseated seeing it turn into a sickly grey mass of goo, especially when the next scene showed Laurane Newman taking a sip and saying, “Mmmmm, great bass.”)
So now we can joke about female and male masturbation, “thit,” shaved pussies and skin flutes. My, my, we have come a long way.