Last night, I was slicing a potato with a super-duper slicer that makes potato chips in the microwave. They are surprisingly good. Unless the gadget they have to push on the top of the potato slips and your finger drops down to the blade just as you push! But, under the handy dandy repair the Lady F and I did, it isn’t even serious enough for pity points and will be mostly healed by the end of the weekend.
It reminded me of what the cowboys always used to say on TV when they had been shot, “It’s just a flesh wound.” Now that I’m an adult, I wonder what else it could have been, like maybe a bone shot up or something. I guess if it isn’t a support member, it’s nothing of import. Unless it’s an organ, of course. Tendons are probably grey areas.
Violence was sanitized back then, in the days before Sam Peckinpah. In fact, as we ran around with our cap guns, we would ambush somebody and he would declare it didn’t count, it was just in the hip. That shows just how much it was totally a game disconnected from real gun violence, the idea that a bullet “just in the hip” would be no problem.
What do you think about kids running around and “shooting” each other with cap guns? Do you think it leads to later violence or do you think that later generations who got to see all the faked blood and gore were more encouraged? Maybe neither and the breakdown of the family structure has led to devaluation of life.
I don’t know, but I do know that in America we seem to be shooting each other on a fairly regular basis and I guess the equivalent of just a flesh wound is the intonement of “the injuries are not life threatening” on the evening news.