Horror and Dismay

So, I was sitting the other evening, vegging out on the couch before bed watching TV when I had an earth shattering moment of reality. I was watching Law and Order, which I often do while my eyes get sleepier and sleepier. The show was half over. They had a scene in which one of the main characters is fixing his garbage disposal taking handfuls of disgusting goop out of the sink and depositing it into the trash. The son then says something about leaving his turtle in the sink….

I was off the dang couch in a split second screaming EWWWWWWWWWW doing the yucky dance around my coffee table feeling queasier by the moment. A split second later I was standing in my PJ’s in the middle of the living room frozen, slack jawed in horror.

I had just proved true, beyond a reasonable doubt, what media critics have been saying for years. We have been so inundated by violence in the media that we are becoming desensitized. The murderous rape and torture storyline of the show rolled off of me while I sipped chamomile tea yet the thought of a blenderized turtle unwillingly jolted my body right off of the couch in a squeal of disgust.

How revolting is that? I am dismayed and horrified. My subconscious needs an acid bath to thoroughly cleanse itself.

I am heading right now for the bookcase looking for my old VHS tape of Pollyanna.