Cum as you are

One of the last of Hollywood's taboos has come tumbling down, at least in terms of bodily fluids.
It started with the scene in "There's Something About Mary," in which Ben Stiller masturbated and couldn't find where "it" went. His date then looks at his ear and asks "is that hair gel? I could use some." She then takes the ejaculate and puts it into her hair. She's seen a bit later at a restaurant, with her bangs sticking up straight from her head.
Alright, the scene is pretty funny. But it opened the floodgates to imitation, and Hollywood is beating it (no pun intended) into the ground as usual, resulting in a desensitized public. What's next, projectile vomiting on each other?
I rented a dumb collegiate comedy (I don't recall the name) in which one of the main characters has refrained from release (by self or others) until his new girlfriend is in his room. She or he then helps him achieve such satisfaction to the point where his gentleman's relish flies across the girl's room and lands on one of her stuffed animals. His man mayo is followed across the room in slow-mo, like an Olympic performance.
Not bad, but when did come shots become R-rated materials, in fact and not in speech?
That's supposed to be the last redoubt of the X-rating.
Once again I am thrust into the odd role of the blue-nosed puritan, but not because I think the material is too graphic, but that some things should actually be considered graphic or people get quickly bored of them. With no forbidden fruits left, we will all starve. Where's the Catholic League of Decency when we need it?
The answer is of course, dead. Mike Myers new movie apparently contains gallons of goo jokes, none of them particularly funny.
Not to say I don't have a twisted sense of humor about these things. When I was 20, I worked at an ice cream place famous for its blend-ins. A blend-in meant that if you, say, ordered vanilla, you could select oreos or Reese's to blend in with a machine.
Lots of cute little 15 year olds patronized this place, and I thought a few times how I'd make them my own "special" blend-ins in a quick visit to the bathrooms ("mmm, it's so salty!") Like the ad used to say, "makes its own sauce."