Posted by debaucherysoup
I guess you could classify this under social commentary, but I don’t think I’ve earned that right as I don’t participate enough in society.
If I’m ignorant when it comes to a topic, I admit it. If I’m ignorant when it comes to a topic, I try not to have an opinion until I’ve educated myself. And I mean IMMERSED and researched. All sides. All information I can find.
My first reaction, as a writer, to the horror that occurred in Paris was to post ‘Je suis Charlie’ on my Facebook along with R.I.P.
Afterall, ‘Freedom of Speech!’ right?
I know what I’m told.
I know what I read.
I don’t know where people who tell me things learned the ‘things’.
I don’t know what is true and what is false when I am reading something.
Unless I know the person a story is about personally, and they’ve confided in me their motives and I’ve seen how they not only talk, but walk in life – I can’t believe anything I read or hear.
My friend Jake posted something today that had me chiming in. In lieu of screen shots, I’ll share the link, then the back and forth out of respect for keeping his full name and profile pic anonymous.
Here’s the link
Here’s the back and forth:
Me: (After not even reading the whole article) I love this comment:” #JeSuisAhmed, the policeman who died defending a magazine’s right to insult his religion and culture” Yeah. just horrible all around.
Jake: It’s so reactionary, so fucking ignorant
Jake: How is it that we can’t differentiate between martyring someone and enabling terrorist martyrs ?
Me: I’m lost now. I’m really not sure how I feel about any of this. I truly liked and agree with that comment.
Jake: It’s not easy – it’s so damn disturbing
Jake: Sorry I think I am not helping – I am angry at social media for simplifying this
Me: Bottom line for me – I’m torn. I think about the WWII cartoons of Jews … and how horrific that all turned out. Then I think of how radical the extremists are and no matter how offended they were, they still don’t get to come in and kill someone to edit them. They threatened, he stood his ground, they followed through. They don’t get to dictate that way. On the other hand, I think the press goes beyond freedom of speech sometimes and crosses over into the realm of ‘hate crime’ with their satire. Especially in the opinions of extreme believers. UG. It’s all so bonkers. Je suis Ahmed & Charlie. And open to hearing others opinions about it.
Jake: We have the luxury of witnessing violence without facing it often – I support everything you are saying here – and that’s exactly what i hoped for – intelligent thought, based in experience – and I know you have more than most
Me: wow. Thanks.
(I should clarify, this is a man who has traveled, whose opinion I value – who has, like me, experienced things outside of one country. He’s an artist and a writer and an dear friend. So my ‘wow thanks’ was sincere.)
But I don’t deserve it.
I have nothing much to add to this conversation but my own struggles with what is black, what is white, what is grey – and most of it is grey. I can only share my confusion at the world.
My frustration with religion. My awe that there are people out there that believe SO strongly in something they are willing to die for it – be it not heeding a death threat or blowing themselves up.
I do not have that kind of Faith in anything.
I could go on and on and on. About almost envying that amount of Faith – about how there are extremists in ALL religions and beliefs. Westboro Church, do they get freedom of speech? Who decides what is appropriate and what is not appropriate?
If we’re against someone killing because they believe so strongly that they are right, does that mean we are against the death penalty?
I’m going to stop, because I’m ‘Tangent Queen’ as we know.
I know that I don’t know enough yet. Not to feel confident in having faith in a response or an opinion.
But what IS the difference between:
My ‘social commentary’ final thoughts:
There are extremists in every genre of society. I do not judge a belief system by the actions of a few.
I love life, liberty and humanity.
There still is SUCH good – Please watch this video filmed in Istanbul (grateful to have visited there years ago) and let’s take a mental bath! (Ironically, this was posted on my wall today for a different reason by my dear friend Betty. So glad I watched it. Please watch to the end if you can – for reasons …)
I know I could use a hug right now.
#Je suis CharMed.
Posted by debaucherysoup
I have always been an avid reader.
I would lose myself in book after book when I was a child. They fed my soul, took me places even my dreams could not conjure.
I absorbed every word – they painted vivid, breathtaking, amazing and sometimes frightening pictures for me.
I was rewarded with a rich vocabulary and a very intense imagination.
I drew pictures of the characters, dressed up like some of the protagonists, reenacted scenes with my dolls and my stuffed animals …
But never, ever did I confuse them with reality.
Having said that, of course, I learned from Aesop – I knew enough to summarize that his fables were teaching me things that I could and probably should be applying to ‘real life’.
But I didn’t expect that if I happened across a white rabbit and followed him, that I would be transported to another world.
I didn’t believe that there was a porridge pot that would produce endless amounts of the oats.
I knew magic beans, glass slippers and talking toads lived only in the pages of my books.
Even the fictional stories with real people, and real possibilities I knew to be entertainment. Enid Blyton’s Famous Five series was among my favorites when I was little.
No adult supervision, friends, lighthouses, ginger beer, cream buns, adventure AND a dog?! I was in!!!
But not really. I knew how to separate a fictional adventure that a fictional person was having – from reality.
We have that capability to make amazing mud pies – and the sensibility not to eat them.
(Ok, to be fair, I have tried dirt.)
We dressed up like royalty, but didn’t expect a carriage to pull up and whisk us away to our castle when playtime ended.
We had sword fights with sticks and shot people with our fingers – and not once did it seem like a good idea to take that play to the next level.
So what’s changed?
Not the movies. We had A Clockwork Orange – Night of The Living Dead.
(And is it just me or does Nosferatu resemble Slender Man?)
It’s certainly not the bad guys – they’ve always been. Always will be.
And as for stories and monsters – they’ve always been there too.
The Grimm brothers offered our version of ‘creepy pasta’ type tales.
In my opinion, copious amounts of unmonitored and uncensored access to it!
The past couple of days, an internet horror meme named Slender Man has been in the news, blamed for an attempted murder by two 12-year-old girls.
Slender Man is responsible for an untold amount of jump scares – but attempted murder?
Too often the blame falls to video games, horror movies and even music for today’s violence.
I do not agree with this.
I blame instant access to age inappropriate material.
Instant access to graphic images.
I blame the decrease of services for the mentally ill.
I blame the constant barrage of ‘negative news’ desensitizing those already mentally fragile. News stations vying for viewers via shock value.
And finally, yes, I blame ‘the parents’.
That’s such a broad accusation isn’t it??
I usually cringe when I hear it – so please know I shuddered when I typed it.
But I do hold parents responsible in general, because the internet is not going away!
If we don’t want our children becoming world-wide webbed foie gras geese – we have to monitor what’s feeding their developing minds!!!
When I was raising my son, I put limits on what he was exposed to.
By no means was I ever a perfect mother, far from it, but I do think I did a lot of things right.
I knew what he was doing, who he was doing it with and where he was as much as I could.
I was a working mom, I couldn’t possibly know everything or be there every moment.
The computer was in a family area – he did not have one in his room.
I checked the search history and monitored what he was looking at as best I could.
He was read to and encouraged to read.
We talked. We still do. No topic was or is off-limits.
He was not allowed to play with toy guns when he was very little – I didn’t think pretending to shoot someone was funny.
Of course, he still pretended with sticks or his fingers – and that was fine, but I was not contributing to it – that was the point I needed to make.
He was taught that guns were to be taken seriously and respected.
Nic was not allowed to play any video games I did not believe he was mentally and emotionally ready for.
Oh sure, I knew he was playing the games I wouldn’t allow in the house when spending the night at a friends.
Let him have that fleeting feeling he was getting away with something.
Every kid needs that too.
Because the lesson had already sunk in, the games were deemed inappropriate by the person raising him. He knew it. You certainly don’t think you’re ‘getting away’ with doing the right thing.
Horror movies – nope. Graphic unneccesary violence – nope. Nudity? Sure, in measure.
I have a more European take on that having been raised in the UK.
In England, growing up, I would turn the dial past some boring old sex scene to find a show that interested me. Nudity and sex was natural – violence was edited.
Every child is curious of course, and it breaks my heart that probably my sons first sighting of a naked woman was on some porn site and not a boob shot in a movie or the full Monty in the center of a secreted Playboy.
It’s the total opposite here in the States.
God forbid you see a nipple, but a beheading? A fatal car crash? A slaughtered village full of people? “Put that on a loop!!”
If my son committed a horrific crime, would I hold a single genre responsible it?
I would know that something was broken inside of him, or hadn’t grown properly to begin with.
I would know that he was not possessing that ability to filter fantasy or intense information in a healthy way.
And I would know that I, as his parent, obviously did not provide him with the adequate amount of discipline or tools he needed.