Somewhere in my travels, through the definitions of words and the characterizations of men’s actions, obscenity became defined in terms of a comparison: something decent, valued, and true, contrasted with something base, corrupt, and false.

Exactly when did our sense of angst begin to escalate on a daily basis? Was it one specific happening, or maybe a group of incidents that said to us, overtly or subtly, “This isn’t life as we know it or want it.”