sex, violence, children, & shit

I love the unpredictability of the weather here! All of last week was extraordinary – not at all akin to the typical Chicago winter – but one day in particular stands out above the rest; partly because of the weather, though I have to admit largely due to a walk I took.

It was mid-afternoon, somewhere around 3:30 or so, and it was just perfect. I was perfectly comfortable in my light jacket due to the temperature sitting in the low 60’s, and everybody was out to enjoy it with me! There were the scores of Chicago businessmen and women tending to their matters as usual, save for the smiles sported on their faces as naturally as the headsets sported on their ears; couples, hand-in-hand, strolling leisurely in and out of the fast-paced stream of bodies; families on outings with their kids for no reasons other than each others’ company in the sun; men, women and children walking every kind of pet imaginable, from cats to dogs, lizards and fish; the warm sun just glinting off the western wing of flight 172 as it soared into the upper portion of the stately Aon Center; students sitting in every nook and cranny, briefly exposing their souls in the pages of their journals as only a written language can allow. I felt silly (and a little like a corny 16 year-old poet!) thinking it, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was connected to every other living thing in sight!

As is often the case with connections though, it had to end at some point. And boy did it end. It really ended. Not only did it end, it was ruined! Like a rock and roll classic covered by Barbara Streisand, it was destroyed! I was passing the Chicago Cultural Center. Ten yards ahead of me there was a 26, nearly 27 year-old girl named Sarah on her way to a volunteer position she’d held with a soup kitchen since her 16th birthday, nearly eleven years ago. She was wearing a lovely white sundress she had bought just two days earlier during a sale at Marshall Field’s. We didn’t know each other. As she was dropping some change into a homeless kid’s empty carnation baby food tin, a gust of wind came in suddenly from the lake, catching her dress as if it was nothing at all, exposing her thong! I was caught so unprepared that I actually saw one entire bare cheek before quickly closing my eyes out of shame for her. I can only imagine what must have happened to those not blessed by God with above average ocular reflexes like mine.

While I managed to blind myself temporarily before any serious damage was done, my hands, unfortunately, happened to be full at the time, preventing me from blocking out her playful exclamation of “shit!” My ears were burned; my mind: corrupted. My soul ached for all the kids who now would grow up perverted, bestial sex maniacs, raping children and loving cats until consumed by the flames of hell…all due to the psychological scarring inflicted upon them at the corner of Randolph and Michigan. I think I even saw a young husband and new father of paternal twins cross himself and utter a quick prayer for them as he plummeted at 132 mph from the 67th floor of the roaring Aon Center, the blue/orange flame arcing behind him a poignant reminder of the day Satan was cast out of paradise into the foul black pits of depravity. I sighed, shook my head, and continued my walk.

GOD that killed me to write! I won’t even tell you how many times I had to burn myself just to keep from cutting myself out of guilt over what was spewing out of this keyboard. It was not, however, without a point. Or an agenda, for all you people (out of the none who actually read this) who now hate me and want to make it sound eviler. The point (or agenda) is to bring to light the absurd priorities we’ve got in this country…along with the fact that we all seem to be supporting them without even thinking first! I was sitting in a coffee shop for my initial brainstorming about this, and I caught myself acting on these priorities without even realizing it. I had been scribbling ideas for the title along the top of the page until I found the one that now rests obscenely at the top of this abomination. I was eating a cup of yogurt, and purposely had placed the folded foil top over the word ‘sex,’ leaving ‘children & shit’ exposed. I would rather have had a cute girl walk by and spy the latter over the former, leaving her wondering what in gods name I could be writing about that warranted a title that included children and shit instead of curious what I was writing about sex.

I’m ashamed to be part of a culture that advocates conditioning kids not only to accept, but to enjoy the most heinous, hate-filled, hostile, ummmmmmm…horrific…horrendous…offenses against others, while simultaneously insuring their immediate shock and absolute outrage when presented with another’s strong opinion or even partially-nude body. What the fuck? How did we come to consider the beauty of our natural form and the freaking awesome power of language raw filth while ensuring that no one bats an eye in the presence of intentional violence?

The indications are all over the fucking place. As much as I hate to bring up such a clichéd example, take a look at what we can and do watch on tv these days. On any given day we’re shown dramatic assassinations, graphic hate crimes, killings, beatings, rude behavior, George W. Bush (think that word combo will get me red-flagged somewhere?), torture, blood, Renee Zellweger (see: torture), and pretty much every other way, clever and otherwise, to inflict pain on another person. I’m considering learning a martial art just to fend off people who want my seat on the bus in the future.

Now DON’T go and get me wrong! As terrible as all that shit is, I’m totally, 100% for it. That’s the great thing about this country: I don’t have to agree with everything that’s available! Do you have any idea how much time it would take for me to hear, consider, and pass judgment on every damned idea out there before letting them out? I’ve got my own shit to do. What’s upsetting me becomes clearer when you take a look at what we can’t and don’t watch: nipples. Everybody likes nipples.

Ok, so my point (or agenda) runs a touch deeper than that. Somehow we all have managed to decide that even a partially-exposed person is just plain wrong. Don’t even try to endorse the fully-exposed ones, you’ll be burned at the stake! What is so damn terrible about a kid seeing a naked person??** Just as with anything else, a person exposed to something repeatedly over the course of their life will cease to be surprised and/or amazed and/or shocked and/or corrupted by it. Lest we forget, it wasn’t all that long ago when merely the sight of a woman in an office, WORKING, was enough to incite outrage and indignation. Needless to say, we’re kinda used to it these days, and most of time don’t even bother looking twice (unless she’s hot).

Believe it or not, the human body is no exception. If kids grew up in an atmosphere that didn’t condemn it, seeing a bare boob on tv would upset/pervert them no more than seeing an bare ankle (which, incidentally, used to be forbidden territory). HOWEVER, outlawing something, making a huge fuss over shielding kids, especially teenagers, from something, is quite possibly the best known method of cultivating obsession in the person being shielded. Go tell a teenager he can’t go somewhere. You now know exactly where to look should he ever run away. Or tell a girl she can’t have a drink. She’ll be plastered by dusk. Again, I’m not suggesting we encourage all these things; that also falls under making a fuss. JUST RELAX! You want an example? Check out Europe, that satanic continent that serves alcohol to anyone who can reach the bar. Hardly any drunk driving. Hardly any binge drinking. Hardly any cases of alcohol poisoning. They don’t encourage OR discourage taking a drink, and as a result, the kids shrug it off!

Kung Fu masters in Northern China have an ancient training technique: they punch gravel. Or sand. Depending on their level of expertise. More specifically, they punch, repeatedly, into a drum filled with sand or small rocks every…fucking…day. What this accomplishes is a buildup of calluses across their knuckles enabling them to punch directly through my shin without any pain at all. They can punch solid brick walls without flinching, decimate tree limbs without getting any of those little splinters, and shatter bones as if they were cheetos (the puff kind, not the originals…those fuckers got damned hard when they got stale). Those guys and their long beards rock.

While I do have a thing for Asians, there’s another more important reason I bring that up. Repeated exposure lessens meaning. There. That’s it. That’s my point (or agenda). If I see a man shot once a day, every day, for 17 years, I’m not gonna care anymore. I’ll be too used to it for it to matter. I DON’T WANT THAT!! I want to care! When I see a village bombed, I want to hurt! I want to be shocked and frightened and feel panicky and sick to my stomach!

I want to have to leave the room so I can cry without embarrassing myself.

As it is, I’ve seen so much violence in my life that if I want to cry, I’ve got to psych myself into it. The images help, but they certainly won’t do it on their own anymore. I’m not trying to pick only on tv, but being the most widespread and entrenched form of media in our culture it has more opportunity than most to communicate.

That being said, I do have a reason, aside from shock, for picking the example I used in the opening. A&E is premiering a made for A&E movie called, surprise surprise, Flight 93. The tagline? “September 11, 2001: Four terrorists wanted to turn Flight 93 into a weapon. Forty brave passengers and crew stopped it from reaching its target.” NOT ONLY is it not enough that it happened and all those people were killed, now they’ve decided to show it to us again and again and again and again until we view it as nothing more than FUCKING ENTERTAINMENT! Way to profit off of their memory, you fucktards. You wanna see what I’m talking about? Take a look...they’ve got links to the schedule, the trailer, and their online store. If they had any decency, or even common sense, they’d donate every penny they brought in from retail and ad sales to something. Anything. No, fuck that. If they had any decency they never would have considered this asinine project. But that’s another bitch session altogether.

The other thing I brought up earlier was language. What is everybody’s problem with language used to emphasize what a person feels is important? Fuck! That’s what makes language so damned powerful! To paraphrase Penn & Teller: as soon as you legislate a word should not be said, you lock in that word’s value. Being symbols, words are pointless without meaning, and to announce to everyone that they should not be used under any circumstances succeeds only in giving them more meaning than ever. Tell people they shouldn’t say something, they’ll add it to a protest to get your attention. And it’ll work. To suggest that I should say shoot instead of shit, dang instead of damn, fudge instead of fuck, or shit instead of Bush, isn’t suggesting that I talk about more pleasant things, but that I talk about the same offensive thoughts I’m having in a way that doesn’t offend anyone. What’s wrong with getting offended? When you’re offended you act! What’s wrong with acting? Besides Renee Zellweger? Dickheads like the FCC don’t ask that we be more accepting and tolerant of each other, only that we politely continue to speak to each other in hate. It’s not the message that matters, just the wrapping paper.

For the first time in my life, I’m embarrassed to be from my country. I love America. I love Americans. I love everything that America stands for. I just don’t understand why we’re acting in direct opposition to that stance.



**For all of the officials from the NSA, the FBI, and the National Coalition for the Protection of Children and Families who are reading this to determine whether or not I’m a threat, I am not suggesting that we sit our kids down in front of your home computers and show them the downloaded videos from your private collection, regardless of how much you want me to be, so don’t put words in my mouth.