They feel this way because it doesn’t happen. If it did happen they’d get used to it and it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Yes. I’m well aware of that.
Where would you have set the famous Psycho scene?
I remember that! It was a woman being prepped for a prophylactic mastectomy! I was never sure if I imagined it, because it got censored in rerun.
They showed photos of breasts in the same ep. in some of the lead-up to the surgery, in particular, a doctor advising the woman’s husband to look at before/after/after reconstruction pics in a book again and again until they didn’t bother him anymore.
The final scenes were the woman being prepped, then her lying on the table.
They cut to her from the shoulders up only in syndication, and showed only the doctors in the last scene, so I wondered if maybe I’d imagined that they’d showed her breasts.
But yeah, speaking of PBS, there was full frontal female nudity all over it in the 1970s, although, no language that you couldn’t hear on broadcast TV.
I remember the first time I heard “shit” on TV. It was on Rizzoli & Isles, so probably about 5 years ago, on an original-for-TNT show. So, not broadcast TV, but not a pay channel either.
However, the first time Children of a Lesser god aired on broadcast TV, they aired Deaf people saying in ASL “Shove that up your ass,” “You’re an asshole,” and “Get fucked.” This was around 1989. I don’t know if the case was that ASL was somehow not taken seriously; people thought not enough viewers would know what those words in ASL meant; or the censors didn’t know them.
I spent way too long trying to figure out what NOS4A2 was an acronym for before googling it.
Suits, which was on USA Network, seemed to delight in using the word shit.
That was 1960, a whole different era. I can’t really speak to that. But she could easily have been in the kitchen, or asleep in bed, or walking the dog. It’s a famous scene, and yes it would have felt different in a different place, but if it had been set somewhere else, nobody would afterward be suggesting “it should have been in the shower instead”.
I’m guessing you haven’t seen the movie.
I have some sad news for you about Jamie Oliver…
When I was younger and hornier that really was a disappointment. See also Cronenberg’s Naked Lunch.
Quentin Crisp must also have been a letdown.
I’m not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. Not by any stretch. But I was baby sitting my 12 year old niece just this week, and she wanted to watch an episode of Hannibal, which is on Netflix but started out on network TV. Not knowing what was allowed or not, but knowing it started on NBC(?) I said what the hell. Within minutes this dialog started:
Male to Female: “He likes you. How do you taste, Dr. Bloom? Sweet, I bet. I bet you got a taste of him, too. Spitters are quitters, and you don’t strike me as a quitter.”
WTF!
As you can imagine, my sweet as pie niece looked me dead in the eye and asked me what that meant. I was floored. I had no idea network TV would go there. (With the added bonus she’d probably ask my sister what it meant. I’ll probably never see my niece again 
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My point? I can see that if I had younger kids, I’d like a place I could go that wasn’t quite Veggietales and not quite soft core porn.
In the late 1980s and early 1990s, Lifetime Medical Television, which was continuing educations for health care professionals, didn’t censor anything, nudity-wise. If they were going to show female breasts or any genitalia, they would always give a disclaimer first.
What did you tell your niece?
(Pssst - be grateful she didn’t get it!)
I told her it was an adult thing she didn’t need to worry about, and they changed the subject.
I’m sure it stuck in her head that I didn’t tell her and it was something of interest. But I didn’t want to lie, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her.
As for my sister. She’s not happy with her brother!
That reminds me of when I was a pre-teen kid watching the sketch show Bizarre (the Canadian CTV version, not the US Showtime version) with my parents. They had a (tasteless) sketch about a gay news channel (the Channel For All Gays) and they mentioned the San Francisco 69ers. I kept pestering my parents what the joke was, but they tried to brush me off. I just wouldn’t give up though, so finally my mom explained it to me in no uncertain terms. That shut me up in a hurry.