If you haven’t noticed, I clearly like the parenthetical.
I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing every day and I’m having trouble finding interesting and intriguing topics. I know I could just crank out some sort of springboard realted treacle, God knows that I have enough story starters and improv resounrces to make that happen. I just don’t want to be the kind of writer who is “well, she’s a good writer but who gives a crap.”
So I dragged myself away from Death Row Stories and thumbed around the various and sundry documentaries that have piled up on my Netflix list (I have some lined up on YouTube but I didn’t want to sign out of Netflix until I have watched my daily allotment of The Walking Dead.)
HH Holmes came up as the big winner. It is playing in the background as I write and realize that I know more about HH Holmes than an allegedly theatre teacher should.
I did take a glance at XO Jane to see if there was any pertinient news that needed my rare brand of social commentary.
There is, and it is a bit more appealing than HH Holmes, the first documented serial killer. (Apparently he was just fine until he changed his name from Mudgett, which we know is not nearly as aurally exciting as Holmes.)
The newsbit via XO JAne: California has started distributing condoms to it’s prisoners.(http://www.xojane.com/issues/prison-condom-distribution) I know we all would like to pretend that sex in prison doesn’t happen. (If you’ve ever seen Sons of Anarchy, it’s REALLY hard to pretend.) Sex behind bars is illegal, but we all know it happens. And if it’s happening, condoms should be made available to prevent disease. I know some sayers of nay who aren’t horses may think that those behind bars deserve whatever happens to them. To those nayers (unless you are actually a horse, in which case, snaps to you for computing without thumbs!) I say, regardless of what prisoners deserve or don’t deserve, rapidly spreading disease costs the taxpayers money. I bet everyone wants to prevent that.
Education is a preventative measure: People have sex. Some people are jerks and intentionally spread disease. Some just don’t know. The concepts are uncomfortable but they are still there. Just like the drawerful of old underwear with the wongo elastic and saggy butts and leg holes (world’s worst bluegrass band.)