It’s July! The month we, as Americans, celebrate our independence. The month in which we decorate everything in stripes and stars and reflect upon our American traditions and values. Somehow over the centuries we’ve reduced our history of revolt and hard-fought independence to summer vacations, trips to the lake, and camping. (Hey, I’m not complaining, bring those things on!) But we’ve got to this glorious state of forgetful bliss by the hard work and sacrifices of the generations preceding us. So, thank you, immigrants (voluntary and involuntary) from the past, who fought to get us here and fought to provide the American dream. With all things being red, white and blue this month, what’s more American than baseball, hotdogs, apple pie and vanilla sex? Vanilla sex?! I know, I know, all you freak flag flyin’ folk are going to want to argue that your way is just as American, if not more so than vanilla, because you’re breaking the establishment rules and ex...