It’s rather interesting how much of American television is devoted to the themes of sexual assault, violent crime, incest, and the worst kinds of interpersonal backstabbing. And that’s just the reality TV.
The fiction gets even better. It seems you can display the most unbelievably vicious rape and snuff porn, so long as you don’t show specific naughty bits or say the few taboo swear words, and have intrepid investigators catch and punish the “perp” at the end of the episode. Exposure and punishment meted out by police characters whose “character development” is repeatedly thrusting their aggressive opinions and childhood trauma in people’s face like an ass-lubed cock in a porn orgy. Ass to mouth for the psyche.
Yay! Angry Detective Numer 1 is pistol whipping the rapist! I wonder how his IA interview is going to turn out? I’ll just bet he tells that smarmy, liberal lawyer bitch where to stick her due process! Maybe next week we can find out after watching some ethnic minority jerk off on a toddler.
Are we not entertained?
(In case anyone is wondering what brought this on, my wife watches Law and Order: SVU. I used to call it her “rape show,” but she didn’t care much for that take on it, and I’ve learned from bitter experience that such wife baiting is a one way street into a cul-de-sac of misery and despair. Now I just wear headphones and blog about it. The twenty-first century, first world experience in a nutshell, I expect.)