There is a big advert in the tube these days that scares the shit out of me: a fearful Batman all grey but his fists and chin and moustache, spotted in red bloody technicolor. I find it quite violent. The pendulum has shifted to the other side. The Errol Flynn's Robin Hood is the example of how to deactivate an intrinsic violent landscape: the gang of thieves is eradicating the King's men but you laugh with family gust and joy. The Batman advert is the example of how to create violence out of nothing to the stage of nonsensical sadism.
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I read in The Guardian magazine today the experience of a married woman in her 30s who is having sex with other men. The following statement strikes me, though: "We both [she and the husband] have children from previous relationships but none together. Mine still live with me but they're teenagers who have their own lives, so I have plenty of free time".
Since when a teenager has his own life? If there is one time in life when parents are less free and most responsible of their off-spring is when the kid is jumping on to a non-kid. If there is one moment in the history of a family when the descendants most need a mirror to look themselves up is when they quit their "Goldilocks" and start showing their panties around. If there is one, and only one field where the old domestic battle must be faced and won is when the young bastard has become able to hurt himself. Is not there?
Jesus!
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