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Speaking of LJ's latest silliness.
It makes me want to shake my head and sigh "Americans" (and then can I please get a backup choir like the subway scene in Rent?). No offence intended to all the sensible Americans out there, but why does it always seem as if the US have some sort of mixed-up approach to certain things. Nudity is explicit adult content? Does that mean that little kids should stay away from the beaches all summer - if summer ever decides to return, that is? Or how about Glyptoteket?
Anyway, I could make a silly joke about this journal not even being 4 years old yet, so of course the content isn't adult, but I won't (except I just did - nevermind).
Offensive. Such a dangerously subjective term. Personally, I'm most of all offended by people not being able to read warnings and hit the back button if they are offended. Seriously. Everybody has stuff they don't like and it's not always reasonable. Me, I'm deeply offended by the voice of Poul Dissing, but you don't see me running off to flag the poor guy - I just change the television or radio channel if he pops up.
I will point out that I personally don't believe in such a thing as adult or mature themes. I don't think there is any particular theme that is somehow unacceptable for people of all and any age. I admit there are differences in how you might discuss or approach something depending on among other things age and maturity level. But the theme itself? No. Just no.
Also, I'd like to point out that I have yet to manage to write anything in this journal that is half as smutty (which seems to be one of LJ's big concerns) as stuff I read when I was 12 and younger (ah, the days when Jean M. Auel was still good, before I realized that she isn't). Actually, I think school occasionally did it too - possibly the short story about the little boy spying on his sister and her boyfriend and then telling his mother a very interesting story about eel catching. Or the teenage camping three-some. Or maybe the (Suzanne Brøgger, I think it was) short story about a woman who picks up a pretty guy and they spend a weekend in bed, only stopping once to share an orange. I honestly don't recall all the details - although we never did read "Katamaranen". And then there was sex education too - what little we had, which was mainly watching a video. Although that video holds a special place in my heart, because of the brief clip shown to explain how gay men have sex. Nice. (What can I say, I had yet to discover the wonderful world of the internet. Imagine my innocence) Not to mention that one week school trip where the whole class (sans teachers, of course, because that would have been weird) spent an evening watching pay-per-view porn. Which looked remarkably similar to the porn you can see if you wait until midnight and turn on Kanal København.
All of which is perhaps a bit long, but my point is: LJ. Stop being silly. Just because you belong in the brave new world of New Puritania, then don't bother people who live in a country where Museum Erotica offers special guided tours to the school classes of Copenhagen to help with the sex education. Just don't. Stop trying to act as if the collective has some right to impose its judgment on the individual, as long as the individual is not actually commiting a crime or somehow hurting somebody. In case you didn't know, that way leads to bad things...
It makes me want to shake my head and sigh "Americans" (and then can I please get a backup choir like the subway scene in Rent?). No offence intended to all the sensible Americans out there, but why does it always seem as if the US have some sort of mixed-up approach to certain things. Nudity is explicit adult content? Does that mean that little kids should stay away from the beaches all summer - if summer ever decides to return, that is? Or how about Glyptoteket?
Anyway, I could make a silly joke about this journal not even being 4 years old yet, so of course the content isn't adult, but I won't (except I just did - nevermind).
Offensive. Such a dangerously subjective term. Personally, I'm most of all offended by people not being able to read warnings and hit the back button if they are offended. Seriously. Everybody has stuff they don't like and it's not always reasonable. Me, I'm deeply offended by the voice of Poul Dissing, but you don't see me running off to flag the poor guy - I just change the television or radio channel if he pops up.
I will point out that I personally don't believe in such a thing as adult or mature themes. I don't think there is any particular theme that is somehow unacceptable for people of all and any age. I admit there are differences in how you might discuss or approach something depending on among other things age and maturity level. But the theme itself? No. Just no.
Also, I'd like to point out that I have yet to manage to write anything in this journal that is half as smutty (which seems to be one of LJ's big concerns) as stuff I read when I was 12 and younger (ah, the days when Jean M. Auel was still good, before I realized that she isn't). Actually, I think school occasionally did it too - possibly the short story about the little boy spying on his sister and her boyfriend and then telling his mother a very interesting story about eel catching. Or the teenage camping three-some. Or maybe the (Suzanne Brøgger, I think it was) short story about a woman who picks up a pretty guy and they spend a weekend in bed, only stopping once to share an orange. I honestly don't recall all the details - although we never did read "Katamaranen". And then there was sex education too - what little we had, which was mainly watching a video. Although that video holds a special place in my heart, because of the brief clip shown to explain how gay men have sex. Nice. (What can I say, I had yet to discover the wonderful world of the internet. Imagine my innocence) Not to mention that one week school trip where the whole class (sans teachers, of course, because that would have been weird) spent an evening watching pay-per-view porn. Which looked remarkably similar to the porn you can see if you wait until midnight and turn on Kanal København.
All of which is perhaps a bit long, but my point is: LJ. Stop being silly. Just because you belong in the brave new world of New Puritania, then don't bother people who live in a country where Museum Erotica offers special guided tours to the school classes of Copenhagen to help with the sex education. Just don't. Stop trying to act as if the collective has some right to impose its judgment on the individual, as long as the individual is not actually commiting a crime or somehow hurting somebody. In case you didn't know, that way leads to bad things...