I’m going to preface this with my standard caveat: I’m a bitch, and move on to disagree with you.

It's not that I think what you're saying is wrong in any way. In fact, I think you are right on the money. My problem with you going on a rant or a rampage to sort this out is that it eliminates one of the key things I use to quickly assess whether I care to read a piece of fiction: signs of the author's ignorance. If an author is enough of a goof to call bathtub or shower sex 'kinky,' they've lost me, and with luck, all I've wasted my time on is reading the description.

I say leave well enough alone.

Oh, and write that Criminal Minds fic. ;)