(With Forgetting Sarah Marshall arriving on DVD today, we're re-posting this popular Discuss post from last April)

By: Elisabeth Rappe

Here's why it's a bad idea to share a house with a Cinematical writer -- your formerly innocent nights at the movies are stored away for discussion, your casual remarks posted for the entire world to see. My apologies to all the family members this involves.

My sister and her boyfriend caught Forgetting Sarah Marshall a few nights ago -- a second showing for her, first time for him. When I inquired as to how the boyfriend liked it, my sister revealed that he had actually covered his eyes when Jason Segel dropped that towel.

"Good lord," I said. "Really? Doesn't he see that every time he's in the shower?" I mentioned it to a male friend, and he said he completely understood boyfriend's squeamishness. As I'm writing this, I remember an incident just last weekend with my aunt's wonky cable connection. She's mistakenly been subscribed to all sorts of hardcore porn, and called my cousins in to fix it. The sight of naked men sent my male cousin running for the other room, gagging -- whereas his sister shrugged off the bare flesh and set to work trying to block the stuff. And I'm now realizing all that throat clearing and awkward squirming I heard around me during Eastern Promises wasn't because Viggo Mortensen's back was being sliced open (which is what made me wince) -- it was because his manly bits were visible.
When confronted with the sight of a naked woman, I don't shriek and cover my eyes, and I don't flush scarlet with embarrassment. I don't find it alluring, either. (Dashing all men's hopes, I'm sure.) It's a pretty ordinary sight as, like I posed above, I see a naked chick every time I step out of the shower. And I'm hardly a free-thinking, let it all hit the breeze kind of girl. In my brief jock phase, I played ice hockey, and saw no good reason to strip further than my t-shirt and hockey garter. I came to the locker room wearing my t-shirt and hockey garter. I was one of the few players who had that philosophy.

So, what's the deal? I'm only thinking same-sex nudity here, as there's little question that most people enjoy a gander at the skin of the opposite sex. Are all guys absolutely horrified at the thought of seeing another man's wedding tackle? Is it enough to make you peek through your fingers? Are women as discomfited by same-sex nudity, or are you more blase about it? Or, for the sake of fairness to those of conservative leanings, is it about nudity in general -- you don't want to see anyone, male or female, unclothed onscreen? Bare your thoughts in the comments below!