I got my DVD player back last night. To celebrate, I bought the Director's Cut of Requiem for a Dream… watching it now… It's fast-becoming my favorite movie… (yes, perhaps *more-so* than magnolia.)
It's Tech Week for "The HOT L Baltimore." It's going well, considering.
Whilst driving home from rehearsal, I was listening to Loveline. A 24-year old man called and asked: "I'm dating this girl and she says that she wants to wait for sex until marriage… and I'm cool with that… but eventually, I'm going to want to have sex… I can only masturbate for so long… If, after a while, she still doesn't want to, how can I break up with her and not be, you know, a sleazebag?"
Is our world *really* this fucked up? I don't understand it. Granted, I'm not the first person to talk, but if I may get on my soapbox for a minute: How in the fuck can a group of people (ie: young adults) be so completely turned around about sexual intimacy? This guy's 24. If he were a complete moron, he would've been hit by a bus or eaten by a bear or something deserved like that a long, long time ago. But he's been able to survive this long on his own, by some type of miracle.
It's taken me a long time to realize this, but *anyone* should be able to realize (given the time, will, and a kick to the head) that sex is about love, and if you're going to break up with someone simply because they won't have sex with you, then it's pretty obvious that you *don't* love them. I don't understand it; and when you really think about it—well, it's just sad.
But…
Today, I was walking through the hall @ work and, in a glance, I saw the inside of a student's locker—and I was amazed. It contained a computer print of the WTC scene and the firefighters working through the horror. On top of the image, hand-written, were the words: "God Bless America."
There is hope for the youth of the world.