I try to avoid anything that looks too freaky... what they don't show my mind fills in with sickening clarity and then repeats. I honestly think I'm a bit obsessive-compulsive, that smacks of OCD in some ways. Anyway, I know my weakness and it's nothing I can't live without, but now and then... They sneak up on you.
Such it was in the days when I actually watched Oprah Winfrey. Learned my lesson, I did, but before that happened she showed a clip, partially edited, from the movie An Eye for an Eye with Kiefer Sutherland and Sally Field. It was the sequence when the lady was talking on her cell to her daughter and the daughter answers the door and a guy bursts in and attacks her. Rape is a freaky crime anyway, and even one you can't see (due to the editing for tv, I assume, though I dunno, maybe it was some director's idea to just show the phone) is upsetting, especially since you could hear her screaming as her mom runs from car to car in the traffic jam where she's stuck trying to find someone to call 911 on their phone... and of course, in the movies, the people she runs up to are just so confused by her when really many people, hearing the screams on her phone, more often would call 911 first and question it later... Exaggerated human nature is also freaky. Oh, yeah, I know a lot of people would just put their windows up, but I think the odds are that someone would call. Maybe I'm naive. Anyway...
I burst into tears and had hysterics for quite a while. It just seems like Oprah Winfrey, from what I saw during that ugly phase in my life (watching her show), loves nothing so much as to see women suffer. I don't think she's worked all her issues out. I suppose her magazine is proof of that.
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