I generally try, really, to avoid posting on current events in the world, and especially the media. Sometimes, though, I can’t help it.
My kids love to make believe.
They play house, firefighter, Star Wars, ballerinas, rock stars…
But the ridiculousness of Hollywood makes me want to recant my pledge to support them in any career they choose.
And it damn well means I’m looking at every child modeling/acting opportunity as more dangerous than walking to school alone (which they don’t).
First of all, Whoopie Goldberg. Shame on her. With regards to the Roman Polanski statutory rape fiasco, she diminished it by questioning if it was “rape rape.”
This is disgusting.
Nobody asks if it was “murder murder” or “theft theft.”
Rape is sex without consent.
In the US, the age of consent is 18.
Thus, sex between an adult and child is rape. No matter how you slice it legally.
Beyond legally, how many teenagers make wonderful choices with regards to sex? Now drug them and answer again. I didn’t make the best choices. I know that much.
Once again, disgusting.
Then there’s the cadre of Hollywood personalities actually defending him. Makes me really wonder how many of them really think it’s ok.
The only person with a right to make this go away is the victim/survivor. In this case they want just that. That is their choice, and theirs alone.
I can’t think of anything tasteful to say now, so I’ll end it here.
This post was prompted by a story on the blog “My Bottle’s Up,” written by the wonderful Nic.