When we moved to Paris, we joined a big, old, formal Presbyterian church. The building has stone floors, stained glass, a cavernous vaulted ceiling, a steeple, rooms for every purpose, real wooden pews, and bona fide catacombs. The choir wears robes. The clergy wears robes. There is an organ with pipes the size of a drive-in movie screen. It’s the real deal.
If those guys had watched M*A*S*H, they would have noticed the male characters’ gradual evolution from womanizing, philandering, harassing playboys to civilized men. In M*A*S*H’s early years, most of the male characters were lovable serial adulterers. The fact that they were so lovable tells you where the humor lay: sexual misconduct was viewed as harmless and entertaining if the situations and dialogue were funny. Those characters were gradually replaced over the years by devoted family men.