Monday, February 09, 2004

A Sense of Outrage

I’ve seen the so-called "outrage" from various public figures and even heard it from a co-worker over the Janet Jackson breast baring during the SuperBowl. What a wacked out sense of priorities, among other things, we have in this country. Why is it we're so outraged by the sight, accidental or not, of a bare female breast on television but don't express any outrage at the transmission of a bloody war into our living rooms? Why have we not expressed any outrage at the fact that the country may have been led into war on half-truth?

The argument, or so it goes, is that the SuperBowl half-time show became nothing proper for our children to watch. Frankly, if I had had a child in the house and he or she had said something like: "Look, Daddy, her breast popped out!" I would have answered; "So, it did!" and let it go at that. If we had needed to explore it further, I would have told the child there is no shame in the human body but that’s it just not considered proper to wander around naked most of the time. Instead, the “outrage” furnished by many public figures, including some of those involved in the whole thing, taught our children nothing but shame, overblew the whole thing way out of proportion, and focused the media’s and the country’s attention on something that , in light of everything happening in the world, was a blip on the radar screen.

America seems to be on a kick of conservative morality, which for the most part is just another term for shame-based intolerance. We’ll know we’ve grown up when a naked breast on TV doesn’t bother us but the sight of dead and dying Americans, whether killed in a war or on our own city streets, does.