It had to happen, I suppose: it happens to everybody seemingly. I have become a prude. I have become my parents.
The first sign was when I found myself saying to a niece, "How can you call that 'music'?".
Now I find myself asking, "How can they call this 'literature'?".
I borrowed a book from the library a few days ago, a book of short stories about the internet. Of the 4 stories I've read, or tried to read, so far, 3 have been about sex.
(The other is unreadable because of the number of footnotes. Hey, this is meant to be a short story, not an academic treatise.)
What is this obsession with sex? I was hoping there might be the odd story or two that I could recommend to teachers and students.
Why wasn't the book categorised as adult fiction?
Why aren't there cinema-style ratings for books?
2 comments:
Terry, I don't believe you have become a prude, just more discriminating! Happy New Year! Cheryl
You are too kind, Cheryl! Thanks, and happy new year to you and yours too!
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