Over at Secondhand Smoke , I posted a small comment about a controversy in the UK involving a restaurant that is going to serve ice cream made from human milk. I worried that this was a telling incident about the hedonistic and vulgar times in which we live, writing:
Hedonism is not just sensuality, but the notion that we should be able to scratch every itch, indulge every impulse, feed every appetite, and break most behavior boundaries–in short, decadence.
That has led to a robust discussion about whether we can even define propriety in culture. If you are so inclined, come on over and participate.
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