I have a friend, Becky — (Hi, Becky!) — who describes herself as an ex-hippie. She dislikes representations of violence, and wouldn’t buy her son video games.
Becky told me today that when he was old enough, her son bought a copy of “Grand Auto Theft.” She could hear it and wasn’t too happy about it, but it wasn’t against the rules and she let it slide.
Then one day, he had his high-school friends over. They were all playing Grand Theft Auto, and laughing in a rowdy way. So she decided she had to do something.
She went to the room. On the TV there was a little old lady crossing the street. Her son was at the controls, and he ran her over. And all the kids laughed.
Becky demanded, “Did you just run that lady over? Why would you do that to her? You probably killed her!” — and continued in this way for about fifteen minutes, as they passed the controller around.
Finally, her son turned it off and said, “Ok, ok, will you just go?”