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May 8, 2008
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SUBMITTED BY THE SCOOT: In the last fifty years, western civilization has been radically transformed. Indeed, not a day goes by since the ending of hostilities in the Asian and European theaters that a new and innovative product, idea, or art piece is debuted to a world wide audience. Now, I am a nerd, so I like to separate time periods into product launches. Some people on a sex blog might suggest that a reasonable product launch date would be June 23, 1960, the date when the FDA approved Enovid for contraceptive use, or perhaps June 12, 1972, the official release date of “Deep Throat”.

Those are certainly some reasonable and relevant products for a sex blog, but let’s face it: I delight in the obscure and esoteric. So, I would like to give all of you a much different product launch date for your perusal. October 4, 1957 is a date within living memory for a lot of folks. Indeed, if you could work up the nerve, maybe you could ask your 68 year old grandmother what she and her beau did with each other on that night.

Maybe, if you are blessed with an elder with an open mind and an honest mouth, she will tell you that she and he engaged in a night of unbridled, live-for-the-moment, earth shattering sex. Or at least she’ll talk about holding her lover in her arms, and hoping for him to help make the fear and worry go away, at least for a little while.

Now, at this point, anyone that has read this far (and hasn’t opened up a new tab to search what happened on October 4, 1957) is probably wondering what happened on that date. Well, I’ll tell you: The Soviet Union launched Sputnik One, a tiny little aluminum sphere that could only beep out a radio signal. This little sphere caused a panic amongst the general populace of North America and Europe.

If I were an eighteen year old kid with an average understanding of space flight in 1957 (that is to say, none whatsoever) I would find my girl and, at the very least, hold her very tight indeed.

The atomic and space ages were probably the best thing to happen to teenage boys in a thousand years, I would think. In retrospect, at least. I’m pretty sure most teenage boys would have opted for blue balls over pants-loading terror.