Stop the madness! Quit inadvertently glorifying the cowardly Boston Marathon bombers by posting their pictures with every Facebook post, blog post or every news story, cheering their capture. Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled we got the bastards. But I don’t want to remember their faces. I don’t care what they looked like. Their lives mean nothing to me.
Let’s remember these faces. The heroes. The victims. The winners.
The ones who matter.
Martin Richard (age 8), Krystle Campbell, Lu Lingzi
Officer Sean Collier
Former New England Patriots player Joe Andruzzi carries a woman from the scene on Exeter Street after two explosions went off on Boylston Street near the finish line of the 117th Boston Marathon, April 15, 2013. (Bill Greene/The Boston Globe/Getty Images)
Rita Jeptoo of Kenya and Lelisa Desisa of Ethiopia pose with a trophy at the finish line after winning the women’s and men’s divisions of the 2013 Boston Marathon in Boston Monday, April 15, 2013. (AP Photo/Elise Amendola)
Feel free to re-post. Or write your own post glorifying the real winners in this horrific event. And post images. Lots and lots of images of the victims and the heroes.
Let their faces be the ones we remember.
There are some sitcoms that are timeless. My kids love to watch The Brady Bunch, The Cosby Show and Leave It To Beaver. Lessons from these shows often translate into something we can talk about, something that reinforces values we are trying to teach them.
And sometimes, an episode is merely a sign of the times and a chance for us to see how far we’ve come.
We were watching a Leave It To Beaver episode recently regarding the topic of smoking.
First June Cleaver says, “But Wally promised not to start smoking until he was old enough!”
(Old enough? What?)
And then my 9-year-old son turns to me and asks, “What’s an ashtray?”
You know what?
In the last 50 years, I think our generation has finally gotten something right.
I have many guilty pleasures. Many. Television is one of them.
Before you criticize my viewing habits, please know that I read. Real books. And not of the Harlequin romance variety. I enjoy the opera and the theater, too. I dabble in writing. I swim. I practice yoga. So you could say I’m comfortably well-rounded.
On the telly, I watch a little bit of everything. Drama, comedy, reality. The History Channel. The Weather Channel (but who doesn’t?).
And yes, I watch (don’t laugh) Big Love.
It’s the final season of the series. So the writers are pulling out all the stops. With every single unimaginable scenario imaginable.
I hate that.
But, I watch. Reluctantly. Because I’m hooked on the characters and I want to see the directions they take. But it gets to the point that I don’t care anymore. And I’m almost glad that I’m going to get an hour of my life back each week.
I think the writers do it on purpose so you don’t miss the show too much when it’s finally gone.