There ain’t nothing I can do
Or nothing I can say
That folks don’t criticize me
But I’m going to do
Just as I want to anyway
And don’t care just what people say
If I should take a notion
To jump into the ocean
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
What do you do when you wake up in the morning and get the feeling that the whole world went kooky while you slept? Then after a cup of coffee or three you start to wonder if maybe it’s you who has gone kooky. Interesting perspective to dwell on in the morning.
I am starting to wonder if this stuff just a normal part of the aging or maturity process. Or is it a gradually feeling of caring less and less about what people think about you? What would happen if I decided to take a stroll down Main Street down wearing nothing but a hoola skirt and a lampshade on my head while alternating puffs from a hookah and blowing a trombone. Is it really anybody’s business if I do? I’m not hurting anyone? Would government intervention be required to convince me of the error of my ways? Would I be committed to a psychiatric facility to evaluate my level of sanity?
Things that would have been unthinkable in my younger days are considered normal now. Many of the shows on prime time TV are 1 tiny bed sheet away from hardcore sex. And that’s what our kids are watching. And things that were overlooked in the 60’s, like smoking a little hooch on a Sunday afternoon in the park, are now serious crimes. Is it all backwards now, or is it just the changing times?
When I went to Chicago last month I spent some time sitting on the floor people watching. My luggage was delayed and I was tired of standing up. I noticed something that struck me a little odd at the time and then it percolated until it finally came to the surface. There was a group of soccer moms and teenage girls waiting for their luggage also. They were all dressed in soccer gear including shorts so short that if one of them sneezed their shorts would have taken off across the terminal like a slingshot. When did Moms stop worrying about their young girls wearing clothing like that? Soccer boys don’t wear itty bitty shorts, and the last time I checked there isn’t a soccer field in the terminal anyway.
Sitting beside me was one of the soccer girls reading a book. Ah reading, an actual book, instead of messing with a phone. I got all warm and fuzzy until I saw the cover of the book. She was reading 50 shades of Grey. If you’re not familiar with the book, it’s a “soft porn” book with a major bondage and S & M component written for “young adults.” Fox News had a little blurb about this series. It’s a best seller and they called it “Mommy Porn.”
I’m all for freedoms of most kinds including freedom of speech and all that jazz, but seeing a 15-year-old girl sitting in public in micro shorts reading a porn book just struck me as just all wrong. A young girl has not been around the block more than a few times and has no way of understanding how many dark alleys and cul de sacs she might find along the way. Is it just me or is this just weird?