When I was thirteen, I and my best friend at the time went to the theater to see Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla. It was a great time, and being that it was summer, when we got back we decided to go swimming in the pool. There followed a series of titanic Godzilla-themed battles with much splashing and radioactive blasts from the garden hose.
But I’ve been thinking recently that while it seemed at the time like we were having a grand afternoon, that in truth we were engaging in a violent, movie-inspired activity that not only makes the point of the anti-violence in entertainment advocates, but which must have scarred me for life in some way. (It was a violence-fueled Japanese movie… how else would explain my love of something so blatantly anti-American as sushi?)
It was then that I realized, the people that the anti-violence in entertainment crowd are worried about can’t be the Trench Coat Mafia types… people who are already seriously unbalanced by upbringing or chemical imbalance or substance abuse… people who would probably end up in a Wal-Mart parking lot with an automatic rifle no matter what they had seen on TV the night before. It can’t be these folks, because they’re already crazy. No, the only people to worry over here are normal, average folks. People humming along in a happy, sober life, with no more than the average amount of stress, pressure, and beer.
Anti-violence in entertainment advocates state as fact that violent entertainment causes violence in real people’s lives. Now since they are talking average people, (not exceptional people, who are above the influence, or crazy people, who would be violent anyway) we can assume that we are discussing at least 51% of the population, at large. But how do I prove that to you?
The Monday Question:
Tell us, gentle reader, of an occasion when your violent entertainment clouded your brain, and forced you do harm to someone else. It could be D&D, a Bruce Willis movie, a violent video game, or even a webcomic. I showed you mine, now show me yours!