There was a horrible story in the news on November 7, 2007 about a student in Finland gunning down eight other students and teachers a la the Columbine and Virginia Tech massacres. I mention this because I believe we have had a moral breakdown in our society.
Millions of kids use YouTube, FaceBook, and other social web sites. The shooter had uploaded numerous videos telling us what he was about to do on YouTube, yet no one reported his behavior. Kids around the world see these videos. You would think one of them would at least have said, “Hey, maybe I better show this to my parents so they might notify the authorities.” The same thing happened with Columbine. Kids knew, but nobody told.
As further proof of the breakdown in our society, I refer you to this year’s The Bachelor television show. I originally started watching this depraved show out of curiosity. One man, the bachelor, has his pick of 25 women whom the show brings to a Malibu mansion. The bachelor greets them, talks with them, takes some on dates, and makes out with lots of them. Every week he whittles the group of women down to the final one.
I had a double major in college — economics and psychology — which eventually caused me to have a greater interest in this show other than the mere curiosity that drew me here in the first place. I have watched this show off and on for the past three seasons. I have not watched all the shows, but I have watched the key shows which are usually the first two, with all the girls present and the last three or four where they are down to the last four girls and the bachelor goes to meet each of these girls’ families, from California to Washington DC, with a camera crew in tow.
One of the most striking things about this show is that in the three seasons I have watched, I have never seen one of the girls say, “Gee, is that the bachelor? I don’t like his looks, his hair, his teeth, he is too fat, too thin, too tall, too short, he has a lousy personality,” or simply, “I’m just not attracted to this guy. I think I’ll just go home.”
On the contrary, each and every one of these girls, and I am talking 25 per season (at the start) or 75 total, confides to us, the audience, “I hope he picks me!” Week after week, as the group is culled, the remaining girls continue to affirm their desire to be the one he picks, while those he discards cry their eyes out.
As the show gets down to the last six or eight women, the conversation starts changing from “I hope he picks me” to “I think I’m falling in love with him.” When it gets down to the last four women, they confide that they don’t think they are falling in love with him; they are in love with him and want to marry him!
All the time this is going on, our lucky bachelor is kissing and feeling each of these women (all between the age of 18 and 30) weekly. In addition, he is telling each one of them, and eventually their families, that he thinks she is the one.
The entire time this is going on, each of the girls knows and sees their beloved bachelor taking one of the other girls on a dinner date or cruise, a skydiving or skiing date, while they sit and stew in the mansion. They also watch as this guy takes each one into the pool or hot tub at the mansion and starts making out with them.
This year the show has reached a new low. The last three girls were flown to a Mexican resort, replete with a yacht for their use, as well as a pre-honeymoon suite, where the bachelor can really sample the wares of the three girls in an overnight sleepover.
He subtly asks each one if they would mind if he spent the night with them and, true to form they all agree, knowing full well that if they are number three on the list, the guy they are giving their body to and hoping to marry has just slept with numbers one and two the day before she (number three) spreads her legs. The same for number two and number one, although I guess there is some merit in being first. On the other hand, the bachelor could inform numbers two and three what the previous girls did for him, and if they want to be his “wife,” they better do likewise or more!
To add insult to injury, after the bachelor has his fill he must now whittle the list of lusting wannabe brides down to two and eventually one. No easy task, especially after you have just slept with each one and they are now asking you, with tears in their eyes, “Why didn’t you pick me? Wasn’t I good enough in bed for you? Was it because the other girls did something for or to you that I refused to do?”
No, it doesn’t get this graphic (I mean the questions I am posing), but certainly these are the questions that must be bouncing around in the empty heads of these three lucky finalists. You can be sure the bachelor has used these criteria in his quest to move forward to the final choice. What other criteria could it be based upon? Up to the point of bedding the final three, our macho man has told each that she was about to become Mrs. Bachelor, but first she must pass his final test!
If you talk to anybody under the age of 60, they probably don’t see anything wrong with what I have described above. For those of us who still remember the moral compass we grew up with in the 1940s, 50s, and 60s, it is hard to reconcile this kind of behavior. It is especially hard to understand how it can be broadcast into our living rooms night after night.
Could the conduct of ABC Television and the producers of this show, knowingly paying the bachelor and the women to appear on the show and knowingly providing the place and the means for the bachelor and the lucky three to have an overnighter, be considered an illegal activity or something very close to it? I don’t know; that is something for others to decide; perhaps the District Attorney for Los Angeles County, where the show is produced.
What about the morality of this arrangement? This type of in-your-face broadcasting does not border on immoral – it is immoral. Perhaps we should ask the parents of these girls, one of whom is a college professor in Washington DC, what they think! Remember, the sleepover does not take place until after the bachelor has met the parents of the final four, the previous week.
Now I ask, where did our society go wrong? When and where did we lose our way? What caused the decline in American morals? Since the days of the Hays office and the Production Code, American morals have been slowly eroding until the advent of the Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky affair.
Since Clinton personally put the Presidential stamp of approval on oral sex and adultery in the White House, American teenagers and Hollywood producers have looked upon this one event as the green light for anything goes. As a result, American morals have been on a steep decline ever since. Just look at the statistics on young children having sex. Before the 1960s it was a non-issue. In the 1970s and 1980s we started to see some more sexual activity in our college-age and high school-age children.
Since Bill Clinton was in the White House, we now have kids in grammar school and junior high having sex. If you ask them, they say that oral sex isn’t really sex because President Clinton said it wasn’t. Under his definition, if you look it up, only vaginal sex with penetration is sex; not using your mouth to give another person sexual pleasure (fellatio).
How do we deal with it? Instead of parents talking with their children and trying to guide them and inform them, we give 14-year-olds condoms and birth control pills in their schools.
One last thought. If you listen to the Muslim terrorists who flew the planes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001 and their terrorist cohorts, they often cited the moral decay of the United States as the reason for their attacks on America and American society. If we don’t do something to stop it, they promise they will! I don’t like what they have in mind; do you? So let us all work together to turn the compass around so it points to morality and not immorality. A good starting place would be in Hollywood!