So early in the morning, I landed on a blog I had never visited before. What caught my attention? The title. “The Secret Sex in The Sound of Music”.
… it’s obvious that Maria and Captain Von Trapp wanted to be non-stop boning from the moment she entered the house.
That may sound crass but taken in context with the whole article, author Meghan O’Keefe does make an interesting point.
But what’s even more interesting is the first (and, so far, the only) comment posted by one Rachael VanPelt:
You are disgusting. So now you have to ad sex to a movie where none exists?? This was once called love and romance. There is nothing sexual in this movie, it is all in your disgusting head.
I think the commenter is confused. Romance is a literary (and, later, film) genre; love does NOT preclude sex.
The problem, really, is that social norms obligate us to create a dichotomy between what is wholesome (romantic love) and what is not (sexual love). We see it in the way literature, TV shows and films are rated. We see it in everyday language when we subconsciously label activities and experiences as either “clean” or “dirty”. And there is that deep-seated guilt when we feel pleasure (though most deny it even to themselves) toward things that don’t fall under the wholesome/clean column.
*Insert deep exasperated sigh here*