You see a fat lady holding a crumpled tissue, crying, puffy red face, her three chins wobbling. Wearing a pastel, baggy top. She croaks out in a small, under-confident voice "there's just more of me to love", trying to smile as her chin and bottom lip tremble. The crowd oooh's and auw's and sighs like she's been diagnosed with a terminal illness. (Well, it will eventually kill her, as life eventually kills us all)
Now, flick to The Jerry Springer Show. Any of the titles suffice. "I slept with my father", "I don't know who my babydaddy is", "back off...he's mine", "Back off my lover", "Before we marry, I must confess" - it doesn't matter, the episodes are all the same.
You see three people sitting apart on stage. Two skinny men on either side of a largely obese woman in the middle. Wearing a mini skirt, a saggy-yet-tight singlet top with no bra, sweat stains peaking out from underneath sausage arms. Bleach blonde ends and jet black roots. Faded barbed wire tattoo looking like it's been stretched and slightly uncoiled.
She yells over the crowd "there's just more of me to love" as she strokes her own nipple, licking her ruby-red lips. The crowd goes wild with disgust, screaming out at her obscenities.
This one, inconsequential sentence can have such different reactions. Such different thoughts that run through people's minds. If this little, silly sentence can illicit such different reactions, how do important sentences come through? If the right person says the wrong thing, if the wrong person says the right thing, will the message still come through, or will people be stuck on the delivery?
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