@Hypocrisy_Central and @Mariah you’re both right.
We’re kind of schizo in this country regarding real nakedness, and especially public nudity. I have a somewhat illustrative story.
I went to an engineering / technical college in Massachusetts (which had been all-male until the year before I started, and was still over 90% male undergrads when I attended, starting in 1971). Since the school was relatively near my home, it wasn’t surprising that I had a few former high school classmates in my freshman class at college, too. Also, since the college was well known and respected, it wasn’t too surprising that some of the young women from my high school class, who were not classmates in college, had boyfriends there. Coincidentally, then, one of my female friends from high school, Betty, was having a relationship with a guy I didn’t know very well, but happened to have Jim, a former high school classmate, as his roommate.
Betty told me later about the first time she visited her new boyfriend’s college dorm room. Since the visit had been planned in advance, Jim had been informed and was going to be absent to allow them some privacy. So far, so good.
I hadn’t known Jim well in high school, but Betty told me about her visit, and how she had learned something about him, too.
Apparently Jim was a big fan of Playboy and Penthouse magazines (like who among us wasn’t when we moved into the dorms and had few, if any, female companions?). So she wasn’t too surprised or upset, having brothers herself, that Jim had a bulletin board covered with page upon page of his favorite photos of nude models from the magazines. No, she said, it wouldn’t have upset her one bit if he had covered the board with a sheet, turned it to the wall, or taken down the photos. She told me, and I believed her, that it wouldn’t have mattered to her if he had done nothing at all and left the board and all the photos in plain sight. What creeped her out was that he had painstakingly cut out ‘bikinis’ out of construction paper and taped them over the “offending parts” of the photos. She figured that it was a project that must have taken him several hours. And he had done it solely to avoid “offending” her.
Betty was horrified by that more than anything else. And that seems to be how we are about sex and nudity in this country. We put it out there, it’s everywhere you want to be, but it is painstakingly and very clearly covered up with a minimum of something “so as not to offend” ... and it sort of horrifies us that we make it so public, so obvious (and often so cheap), and yet we have to pretend to cover it up, too.