Letter to Hollywood

hollywood.. I’m sick and tired of bending to your whims... I quit. I hate feeling that love always has to be sultry and can’t just be pure. I hate the your freaking vile idea of wholesomeness starts and ends with a “hair-parted, shirt tucked, belt wearing, ignorant white guy.” You have no clue what wholesomeness is... or for that matter purity. You parade your sirens before us calling us to their blood feast. Our heros consist of people who don’t give a crap about the right thing but carelessly follow what their emotions tell them to do. I’m tired of rooting for the badass guy. I’m tired of having to take sides with the crook instead of man sworn to serve and protect. Yeah, I understand that life isn’t just black and white, but if you’re going to make it even grayer, think about having some sort of solution. I hate your drivel. I hate your movies that are supposed to make me feel “deep.” Your sedative allows me to rest back into my quiet submission. All the outrage that I should feel about the atrocities are easily erased by my digital outlet. Thanks... but no thanks... I quit. My emotions are not for you to play with. If you have something worthwhile to say, say it. But stop getting me riled for the wrong reasons. I am the guilty one here. I have allowed you to permeate. I am to blame... but no more. I QUIT!!!