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Sex & Violence

Some would say that Western society is becoming increasingly more violent. Some will put the blame on violence in movies and on TV. They'll say that we have become numb to violent images. There have been numerous studies on this, all with different finding.

BUT........

Let's say that this is the case. How about we try something different...an experiment if you will. Let's replace the violence with love, affection, and sex. What would happen?

Would people become less violent and more loving? Would more people have sex? Sure, at first there would be cries of outrage...but that hasn't seemed to put an end to violence on TV or in movies. If anything, it's increased in frequency and intensity.

So why not give it a shot? Come on Hollywood! Bring on the love, affection, and sex!!!!!!!!

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