OK, so enough with exposes about the Weinsteins, the Frankens, the Lauers, the Keillors and the growing chorus of #MeToo’s.
The “rest of the story” deserves ink, or at least a mention, before we punch our American culture’s socio-sexual reset button.
Expose, please, the manipulation, deception and outright trickery of all the gold-diggers, the well-bedded Hollywood stars, the trophy-wives, the “Oops-I’m-pregnant” dates, and the faux divorce/alimony/child-support schemes that proliferate in the underbelly of American society.
Anyone want to pick at that scab?
It might tamp down the shrill voices of the Gloria Alreds, Megyn Kellys and Kirsten Gillibrands, whose righteous rants are revitalizing Puritanical standards that threaten to rekindle Shaker celibacy for all of us.
And that could be the death knell for Victoria’s Secret apparel, Brazilian-cut swimsuits, breast implants, mini-skirts, tuxedos, red lace, slow dancin’, candle-light dining, romance novels, poetry, cocktail-parties, the point of fine wine, to say nothing of chocolate and many other artifacts of romance.
Let’s hope not.
Living in an exceptional society deserves a fair amount of wiggle room, if you get my drift.