I know this is not new, many people have said it... but on prime time television you can show a woman being beaten to death and then you can see her corpse with it's eyes having been gouged out, but you can't show her breasts.
You can show a man getting his throat slit, from side to side, or you can show his brains being blown across the wall behind him with a gun, but you can't show his penis.
I couldn't be bothered last night, just gave in and watched the American police shows until my aching head took me off to bed. I watched three shows and on each there was some form of graphic violence done to the victims. It just got me thinking. Why don't all the Christian Queensland senators complain about that?
On Big Brother, they pixelate a bum crack in the same time slot.
I really don't get it.
We seem blase, at best, when three hundred thousand Iraqis die in the fight for ownership over oil.
We are scandalised if a pop star's breast flops out at the super bowl.
It's a funny old world.
3 comments:
That's what I call pornography. Period. The obscene character of those images gets me into a fury every time I turn the TV on. Well, as a matter of fact, television is just dying out at my place (and I feel so bloody happy about it!). I just watch the news and two or three series/docs I know beforehand I'll enjoy watching. I have a book to finish. That's a whole lot more rewarding amusement/entertainment to me... Wouldn't you agree?
I have no sat or cable, and I'm glad I didn't go that way when everybody else was feeling so proud of having TV channels by the hundreds. Today they say they all look alike. Once again, schadenfreude... Ah ah ah!!!...
Try not to let your job take over your state of mind. I once let myself go down that alley, and couldn't have regretted it more.
And «going to the bowl» is no solution either, as you know.
I'm glad you got well - almost... Wish you a cozy weekend (that's what I'd wish for myself if we were in winter).
Listening to Matt Bianco gives me that rhythm I like so much when I'm hammering away on the computer keys... «It was more than I could bear», he goes on singing.
Love it! I guess I'm getting back my weekend mood. And I'm feeling at peace, something unusual for a more or less tormented guy as I am.
A question: how many hours ahead from London/Lisbon? Ten? Eleven?
Keep up the fine work! I'm eager to read «New Tales of The City» from «pit to tip». On paper.
Seize the day (or whatever pleases you more) and be happy!
Love being around.
As sad as it sounds to actually write this, I'm glad when Big brother is over, because then I don't turn my television on for days.
Play some Billie Holliday
Billie, Ella, Sarah, and all the other girls singin' the blues... Excellent idea!
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