Since you mentioned these true crime shows, I'd like to jump in and agree on that front. I have some loose web of thinking that puts these shows, and those wild animals killing each other shows, and even Jerry Springer, into a catagory I think of as, hmm, I've never named it, but it's the, See, humans are worthless, life is cheap, what's more, it's only natural that it's cheap cause that's the way nature is, so forget about fairness and justice and grow up shows. Know what I mean?
And though there's no committee or anything planning this Big Spin, maybe, there's a convergence of cynicism, or maybe, the defensiveness of wounded souls, a generalized cirrosis of the spirit. Sad. No gratitude possible. It leads to the Never-enoughness of life.
Ho-hum Paula
ps. oh yea, I was thinking Yoshie, that what you were dismissing in your original reply to Paul, may be true. But. What he's talking about is better than nothing. Those shows, as much as they do as Paul says they do, would be a real stretch for the moral imagination of most people I meet. Even those that are fairly liberal and supposedly educated.
It's kinda like knowing that the movie version of The Color Purple sucked, but also knowing that had it been done much better, the very people who needed to see it the most, would never have seen it. So I thought it was good that it got Spielburged or whichever big guy produced it. Know what I mean?