I'm kind of unnerved right now, and this line of thought leads to a plethora of branching topics and issues, but I'd like to start with my point I was atching..... Bravo? I don't know, some television station. They were playing "Even More Scary Stuff" or the like, and they were counting down thirty scary film moments. There were some decent films, mostly sclock horror and exploitative stuff. Oh well, this and that. They finally get down to number two,"A Clockwork Orange", after an hour and forty odd minutes of mostly slasher films. They are decribing the "singing in the rain rape" and showing the footage of it. Not surprisingly, but slightly relavatory, they censored out the nudity. No sex, no penetration, not depracity, just nudity. Admittedly, it's nudity in an awful theoretical scenario, but still.... My point being, as it were, that I have just sat through decapitations, torture, immolation, stabbings, shootings, suffering and torment, for ninety minutes plus. They never cut anything, they didn't censor much, if anything. Then, at the summit of this grand opus of middlebrow horror review and interview, they edit out a breast. What kind of culture do we have when horrific violence is banal and a breast is the pinnacle of distate and danger. I'm not for censorship, and I'm not saying that media or art have any tangible effect on the general disposition of society, but I find it fundamentally odd, that in this country, where half (or more) of the nation has gone paranoid and subservient, all while being horribly debauched, wicked, corrupt, mindless, consumeristic, souless, and empty, and the other half, mixed with the first, as they are not mutually exlusive groups by way of ficklesness and hypocricy, and hardlining old worl morality along with oldworld senselessness. Where the hell is the middleground? Is everything right and left, black and white, right and wrong, moral and immoral, salvation and damnation? Ah, I've lost track........ Level upon level upon epochs upon strata........ just too much for people. I wish they'd quit trying to sum it up and think just about here and now for once. Why is our zeitgeist so fundamentally obtuse?