Sex sells. It sells incredibly well. What else could make us give a damn about Jodi Arias (I’m still unclear on what she did–murdered her husband, right?), Reeva Steenkamp, and, of course, Natalie Holloway. The killing makes the cases more salacious. Death is the red meat to sex’s fine wine. The meat sustains us, but the sex pleasures us immensely. That is why we find ourselves drawn to the plethora of cases on the news about beautiful dead women and murderers.
Crime creates the pretext for us to show beautiful people in tragic and cautionary situations. The news seems to exist for this stuff.
Some Thoughts:
1. Having a 70’s party and need to find clothing for the event. Double jeopardy, because I am tall. Finding clothes is hard already. Finding 70’s clothes is dang near impossible.
2. No Pope, no problem–though that volcano in Italy is leading some to point to the end of days. Even if that is the case, I have yet to hear conclusive evidence that the Papacy are the arbiters of the ‘proper’ faith. Heck, I’ve yet to hear conclusive evidence that there is a ‘proper’ faith.