Murder vs. Sex
Fair warning - I'm going to rant. I might even rave. I also now, this will change nothing. Still, it will make me feel better. First, let me give a bit of history. I lost my only brother in a random act of violence. I've also dealt with teenagers who have been raped, beaten, abandoned and abused. All of this breaks my heart, shocks my soul and royally pisses me off. What's my point here? And yes, I do have a point.
Because of my day profession (I'm an educator) I must write under a pen name and hope that my administrators don't catch wind of the genre' in which I write. If they did - my God - just think of the damage I could be doing to teenager's psyche if he or she knew I wrote about love and sex between consensual, mature, engaged adults? On the other hand, if I wrote about crime - murder mysteries, true crime - something like that, which glorifies violence, I could broadcast my accomplishments without fear of reprisal.
So here's my question, rhetorical though it may be: Why does our society willingly embrace violence but not love? What would happen if we reversed that and began to admire and fantasize more about love, commitment and consensual activities and condemned crime and evil? Somehow, I'm reminded of a John Lennon song - anyone else?