We watched "Little Shop of Horrors" last night, it's funny until Seymour chops up the dentist, then not so funny. He didn't kill him, but now he is complicit. And the song about skid row, the filthy alley, it all seems tasteless. We selected the wrong musical to try to cheer us up, after Kavanaugh being sworn in. My daughter was trying to potty train her son and I went over there to give her some moral support, but she got upset, our grandson got upset, and she was in tears feeling she'd handled it all wrong. But everyone feels that way, and frankly, the book she read sounds like nonsense to me. I'm glad in my day they didn't have this avalanche of advice books to get mired in. Take it slow, give it time, wait until he's ready: no one wants to hear it, or our suggestions. After all, haven't things advanced and improved? Well. Not so much. The idea of progress is a badly written musical.
Returning home and seeing the rest of the movie, I realized, though, that some things are pretty simple still. If you vote for a misogynist, you don't respect any women: not your mother, your wife, your daughter, your sister. You've crossed the line. You are complicit. You want your party to support you, you want to win, more than you want to stand up for what is right. You're all about you. And Seymour, though he gets the girl and the house in the suburbs, has devalued life and is on the other side from decency and respect for life. No amount of singing will shine up his tarnished soul.
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