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I imagine that if Dr. Frank-N-Furter from the 1975 Rocky Horror Picture Show awoke today, he’d find Brad and Janet’s children exploring gender fluidity as they indulged in bed-hopping via Grindr and Tinder.

He’d see sexy cosplay on a thousand websites, robotics technology creating ever more realistic sex dolls, and once-scorned nerdcult genres like monster movies go mainstream via Netflix and Marvel Studios.

He’d discover massive communications conglomerates pulling his weirdest preoccupations into broad daylight and making them as everyday as a Wal-Mart.

I can’t decide if he’d be delighted or appalled.