We just finished watching Masters of Sex last night.
I don’t have a lot of energy to explain it but watching it gives me the strangest feelings.
No, not THOSE feelings, you perv.
It’s a kind of melancholy. A sadness both that we treated people (homosexuals, women, etc.) that way, and that in spite of the progress we’ve made there are still people with similar attitudes today.
The WHO only decided that being gay wasn’t a disorder in 1990. Even Masters and Johnson tried to help people by “curing” their homosexuality up until 1977.
As a species, we’re kind of a big sack of crap.