obscenity

That’s friggin’ obscene….

If you stop and think for a bit

you’ll see that in many ways we’re outliers:

we stop and think

read, write, remember, consider, compose, construct, critique, deconstruct

opine that pretty much anything in context is or can be acceptable

a concept embraced by music producers whose women thrust so hard

they can throw out their sacroiliacs,

stage mothers who dress little girls in garish outfits and make-up then pimp them

in beauty contests,

South American parents who let a seven year old sign with a pro football team in Spain,

those who condone any kind of behavior for the sake of art or

their children’s inclusion in “the crowd”

etc.

You get the idea.

We read Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Lolita, Howl and Ulysses

attend their movie premiers and /or readings

sermonize whether child stars are too  young to win Oscars and Ginsberg….oy.

We ignore children who are soldiers, laborers, prostitutes or child brides then laud

airport personnel who stop and arrest of men with pictures of children in their hard drives that we label pornography.

They wail: “When did art become pornography?”  and seek some sort of acquiescence.

Is it the photo or the consumer that’s obscene, riles us, freaks us out, sparks our ire

and just who are we really kidding here?

it’s right there like when we burn people alive in warfare whether actual or in virtual  reality.

Anyway, I gotta go now and watch a guy on Food Channel eat a 5 pound cheeseburger with the works and a side order of fried roaches.

Obscenity…what a concept.