Last night I was reminded of how nuts our world can be. The conference I’d attended earlier in the day was terrific—learned some new things, met some great people, faced some fears—but after I settled into the crisp hotel sheets and opened my email, my happy mood deflated.
One of the blogs I follow is written by a witty, intelligent business woman. Usually, I come away from reading her posts a little smarter. Or with some insight to think about. But last night? I couldn’t even read her words because the photograph she used to introduce them was of a young child, maybe 6 or 7 months old, strapped to a wall…with silver duct tape. Heaps of the stuff crisscrossed across her little body. Her stuffed duck was taped next to her, a stripe of the silver stuff across its neck.
And none of the blogger’s 70-odd commenters said a thing about it. Well, there were two of us. One of us “loved” it.
It took two people to tape that baby to the wall: one to hold her up while the other taped. That’s funny? Why don’t we tape the elderly who wander beyond their nursing home hallways? Or dogs who charge the front door? Or convicts? Good for a laugh, right? Hey, maybe our deed could even go viral!
If we are hesitant to question abuse, or don’t view something as abusive because someone we admire either condones or commits it, aren’t we contributing to the weirdness of this world?
Am I over-reacting?