Back when I first started travelling by air, there was a section in the far rear of the book rack in the airport news stands that was obscured by white or brown paper. Succumbing to the purient curiosity of a young man, I peeked at the novels of Anaïs Nin and "The Story of O."
Fast forward 25 or so years and the number one hit best seller that everyone is talking about is, Fifty Shades of Gray. It is out front, on prominent display, in airports.
It is a dirty book like the ones once segregated to an obscured section at the back of the newstand. But the sensibilities are gone. Your right to not be offended is secondary to, well, everything it seems, when it comes to exploiting the purient curiosity of an emotionally immature populace for profit.
I don't think that's a good thing.
Fast forward 25 or so years and the number one hit best seller that everyone is talking about is, Fifty Shades of Gray. It is out front, on prominent display, in airports.
It is a dirty book like the ones once segregated to an obscured section at the back of the newstand. But the sensibilities are gone. Your right to not be offended is secondary to, well, everything it seems, when it comes to exploiting the purient curiosity of an emotionally immature populace for profit.
I don't think that's a good thing.
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