I'm starting to understand the need for escapism. Maybe it's due to developing maturity or becoming a parent or general brain mushiness setting in, but instead of the old ultraviolence à la Clockwork Orange or just any old documentary about Darfur or child soldiers in Africa or whatever, I really just would rather curl up in bed reading Julia Child's "My Life in France." And as the world does its thing, I think about making Boeuf Bourguignon. But I will not watch a romantic comedy. I guess it's just a mild case so far.
"ultraviolence" = referring to excessive and/or unjustified violence, according to en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Clockwork_Orange
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