The day they killed the Easter Bunny
22.05.12
Do you know how to defile innocence? Do you know the best way to permanently stain a relatively clean soul, corrupt a vibrant imagination, molest a heart full of wonder and raw, unchecked power? I bet you do.
Let's see: You could drag said innocence to a GOP convention, or maybe Las Vegas, or let it watch five minutes of "Real Housewives" or "Brooklyn 11223" or " Doomsday Bunkers ." You could hand it a rifle and tell it to blast a wild animal to death, have it attend an anti-gay rally at a Colorado Springs megachurch or Mormon temple, or plop it down at a One Direction concert. That would certainly do it.
But let's say you really want to mess it up, forever and true, tattoo it down deep with adulthood's most vile energy, a poison that's hugely common in the culture but is just shy of being actually physically abusive or illegal. Can you name it?
Before we answer completely, shall we attempt to define our terms? Innocence: Noun. That furtive phase of childhood and/or perhaps utopian small-town, nonexistent, country-girl, sepia-toned BS Americana wherein the being in question has not yet been made fully aware of the pains and vagaries of the adult world, the filth and the branding and the white noise, the corruption and the road rage and the flabby newts named Newt.
Source: San Francisco Chronicle