“Don’t go on the Internet today,” my fiancé Dave texts me. He does this about once a week.
Usually he’s telling me this because he knows my mama heart can’t handle reading about another killer nanny, school shooting, family slaughter or house of horrors like the one in Cleveland. He knows I lie awake nights imagining all of it happening in gruesome detail to our family, as if my anxiety itself will help prevent the unthinkable. Protect her, I pray to a God I’m not sure I even believe in, though I pray so often you’d think I was devout.
My acupuncturist—I’m trying to reduce anxiety enough to get pregnant again (good luck!)—told me there was always evil in the world. It’s just that now, thanks to technology, we know about all of it. All of the time.
I think he has a point.
Back in ancient times, like 20 years ago, when I got my news from Peter Jennings, news anchors would at least have the courtesy to warn us, “The images we are about to show you may be disturbing.” In those days, I’d be the first one to switch off the television. Today, the only warning we ever get from the Internet is “spoiler alert.” Not helpful, Internet.
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