A Vegan Tale
In college, the honor society I belonged to was stationed next door to the vegan organization. We became sworn enemies after a situation that transpired between them and an unknown assailant. We joked about it, they overheard, words were said, and a thirty-minute feud began. It ended with them calling us lost causes. They were insulted because we meat-eaters were bashing their beliefs. None of this matters; it has no important role in the post I’m about to type. In fact, the only reason I bring it up is because of what happened the morning of the feud. When they found about what the unknown assailant’s actions, I was there to overhear their reaction. One sentence left them open to fair game.
“People don’t like to be told they’re living the wrong way.”
Porno
The trailer for the “film,” Harmless, graced my Google Reader. If you haven’t heard of it, count your blessings. It’s a cross between Paranormal Activity and a piece of religious nonsense. Don’t believe me? Watch it. I’ll wait.
Right?! Okay. Lemme quote from the webpage:
Society learns their morals and values through music, film and television. Pornography is such a huge problem that simply telling someone how dangerous it is usually doesn’t work. You have to tell a compelling story to catch someone’s attention and then educate them while they’re being entertained.
The problem with pornography isn’t pornography itself, it’s addiction. Pornography does not tear families apart. It doesn’t cause rape. It doesn’t distort relationships, doesn’t fuck up children. Most of all, it doesn’t bring ghosts to your house, doesn’t possess your children.
It’s just the same way that drugs don’t tear people’s lives apart. It’s the addiction to them. The same way that Muppets don’t make children Communists. The same way that Harry Potter doesn’t turn children toward witchcraft.
A culture of cowards
Recently, some Catholic commentator stated that pornography makes men cowards. I find nothing cowardly about indulging in one’s pleasures, expanding one’s sexual palate. And I find it a bit ironic, considering that I find nothing more cowardly than hiding behind imaginary friends in hopes to give our lives meaning.
What’s my point?
A while back, we had this book in the children’s department at the library that caused a stink with one parent. Apparently, she found it offensive. Therefore, no child should ever read it. Now, I don’t know who the don-mega bitch was, but it irks me that parents still do this. When they find something inappropriate for their children, they deem it inappropriate for all children.
I’ve only been a parent for a month, so I don’t have the “expertise” that this woman claims she has, but I can say that being a parent gives me license to watchdog what my child is exposed to. It does not, however, give me license to parent the whole world.
Christians and misguided individuals (to me are usually the same) think that because they are offended by something – or are wildly attracted to something that makes them feel guilty – then the whole world must not have it. So what I’m saying is, if you don’t like porn, don’t watch it.
But for fuck’s sake, don’t go forcing your beliefs down my throat like a an immense cock.
Chapin City Blues 