When I was a sweet young thing I worked in a movie theatre. After putting in my time behind the candy counter (my advice: don't eat the hot dogs. Those things have been sitting there ALL DAY), I was promoted to the prestigious position of box office cashier.
Families with young children would come up to the window. The mom always asked the question.
"Why is that movie rated R?"
"It isn't appropriate for children under 17," I would answer dryly, because I was a smartass teenager myself.
"I mean...does it have sex?" she would ask.
"No, but it is very violent," I would explain.
Her face would brighten. "Okay, then, we'll take two adults and one child."
No one ever decided not to take their kids to a movie because I told them it was too violent. Sex - no. Nudity - maybe. But violence? Fine! Let's get popcorn!
Last night I went to a vigil for a little boy who was shot and killed in his classroom by a classmate.
This week has been so violent in America. Hand-wringing from all sides. "What have we done wrong?" everyone asks.
It makes me want to scream. Look, people, murder is a huge part of our lives. It is like fast food or something. It is consumed daily in 99.9 percent of American households.
Murder mysteries take up rows and rows at the Barnes and Noble. No murder, no book.
Try flipping around the TV dial without seeing a murder. Video games - even "Christian" video games show scenes of rampant murder. It's fun, the killing, isn't it?
It's freedom of speech. Artistic license. Each new murder has to have a twist, to be a little sicker and more graphic than the last.
CSI. 24. Law and Order. The news. Natalie Holloway. Laci Peterson. OJ. Murder She F***ing Wrote. Murder murder murder we love the murder.
Forgive me, please. I'm on a rant. Right now I'm just feeling a little sick. Lawrence King is dead, another kid is in jail for his murder, and next week they won't be news because some other murders will have taken their place.