I've hit a bright line I never would have expected and probably much sooner that anyone else could expect. I can't watch horror or gore films anymore. No zombies, mo mass murderers, serial killers, cannibals, grave diggers, vampires or boogie man flicks. Where just a year ago I'd find some sick comfort in watching a blood covered girl, limp through a cornfield while death followed her with a hatchet wearing the skin of her lover, now I find myself cringing at the thought of what I just wrote. My dvd collection is now filled with hundreds of titles I used to watch over and over again because of the realism, now I can't handle them because they seem too real. Being a father has somehow rewired my taste for violence. Before I found it exciting to cringe in my seat at the impending dismemberment, now whenever I see a cinematic victim, even though I know it's not real, I can't help but think, what if that was my daughter. It makes me sick to think of what we consider entertainment today and moreover I'm ashamed at what I thought it was not so long ago. 