Day#18: Robbers on High Street – “Monkberry Moon Delight”
The other day, I was thinking about this teacher that Ali and I had in high school. Mrs. Pittman. She taught AP English. There was this one class discussion about the morality of pornography and Mrs. Pittman called on me and asked my opinion on the subject. At the time, I was just hoping to come up with an answer that didn’t make it so glaringly obvious that I didn’t do all of the homework readings. Years later, though, I thought what a stupid question to have asked me. I was a 16-year old girl who wasn’t even thinking about sex except with general awareness of it being that thing that could get me pregnant and ruin my life. Nor did I have the masturbatory habits of a teenage boy. And, if I was looking for porn in those pre-Internet days, the closest thing I was going to get was either renting bad British horror movies or struggling through some Victorian-era literature. So what the hell did I care about moral arguments?
Mrs. Pittman and I never did get along that much.