Hi, a suburban white male here. I object to heavily sexualized entertainment on a couple grounds I don't think have been covered.

It cans over–produced, imaginary depictions of ersatz sex and presents them to us as, like everything, an available commodity. A commodity of which we do not have the latest, greatest version. Without it, we are less than we could be, as well as at a competitive disadvantage. We are expected to obsess, crave, and aspire after their product.

It's difficult to think of a more dehumanizing, manipulative degradation of our most intimate, personal moments. It is produced and distributed globally by the most powerful communication industry the world has ever known.

Another issue is creative. Heavily sexualized entertainment is almost the lowest form of infantile, hack, pandering titillation there is. It's made worse by the pretense of storytelling surrounding it. It's like the kind of cooking that throws sugar into everything. There's not a bit of art, imagination, or creativity in the vast majority of it. No good sex, either.

It made me think of a magazine publisher where I once worked. The production manager would always remind us that the editorial matter —the stories, columns, departments, letters page, etc— was only there to prevent the ads from bumping into one another.