Lurid, licentious and vile, there should be more of it…
A delightful young woman I worked with back in the late Cretaceous once announced “I can’t stand smut”; then, just as there was one of those ‘angel passing’ pauses, she elaborated "But I quite like downwight filth". It was made all the better by her inability to pronounce “R”, bless her. Her wedding was one of the most enjoyable I have ever attended.
And what that has to do with anything I have no idea… Dear X___, she was a complete sweetheart, and one always had to listen quite hard to what she said, because even if it was apparently quite a hackneyed or obvious thing, X___ had thought it out for herself - she very seldom absorbed/repeated received opinions; and sometimes when it sounded as if she was about to embark on something obvious, it turned out to be anything but and rather thought-provoking. She had had a rather strange upbringing and early life and seemed to rely very purely on her own estimation of things in a rather dauntless way.