Summer at the beach. Â Tanned bodies, flip-flops, kiddie rides, ice cream cones, pop songs on the radio. Â Sure, there may be too much skin exposed, and people are reading dumb books rather thanÂ Dostoevsky, but there is way more sin going on in a typical night on HBO than at a California beach. Â C’mon, Jesus, mellow out and relax. Â Grab a Hawaiian ice and watch the girls.