When I was growing up, we didn't have cel phones. We especially didn't have the ability to take photos and send them. In fact, cameras had rolls of film, and when you took a "personal" photo, you had only two choices: 1) drop it off at the corner photo lab where the person taking your roll would be the one processing it and the one seeing it and the one handing it back to you at pick (a rather embarrassing moment); or, 2) drop it off at a large chain store for processing, which could take a week, and when the roll was gone, there was no promise it'd ever come back. Photo Labs were authorized to confiscate any material they deemed "inappropriate." So you never knew if some prude in Kanas tossed your photos in the trash, or some creep slipped them into his pocket and made them part of his personal collection.
How happy we all were when digital cameras, and especially cel cameras could take personal photos and send them directly to a lover. How hot it was to send or receive an image of your girlfriend naked, on her bed, demonstrating what she wanted with a hair brush.
