Kids these days don't appreciate anything. Wanna see tits? There's youtube. Forget tits; just download anal fisting from your phone while waiting for your mom to pick you up from soccer practice.
Back in my day, we had to buy tickets for
Breakfast Club and sneak into
Risky Business and sit through at least 45 mins just to see one tit. I'd ride my bike 2 miles to the store to sneak a 3 second look at Playboy before getting kicked out by the manager. There was so much damn bush, you couldn't see anything anyway. Watching actual porn scenes meant tracking down whose parents had a VCR and pray they had porn or even strokeworthy porn and waiting for them to leave us kids alone one night and pray my parents wouldn't call the house, asking to speak to an adult.