Quentin Tarantino’s brilliant publicity campaign.

I regret that I already have a long-running boycott on Quentin Tarantino movies.   Despite my best efforts to go-along-to-get-along, I have come to accept that I am a hypersensitive pansy who simply cannot find entertainment in the glorification of violence.  This is not — and has not been — a political stand. It is just a fact.

My wonderful son, who has inherited the hypersensitive gene, which his service in the military seems to have cured, once tried to coach me through Reservoir Dogs for a family vacation movie night.  It didn’t take.

I tried. I really did.

I tried. I really did.

I know a lot of good, decent, law-abiding people, my son among them, who enjoy Tarantino films, and so for me it is a case of agreeing to disagree,  to live and let live (whilst trying to grasp the entertainment value in the bloodletting carnage of humans dying-and-let-dying).

This said, I wish I could join in the boycott of Quentin Tarantino.  I say this knowing that many of you reading will vehemently disagree, which compels me even more to say it, while simultaneously lamenting the loss of your respect. I think those of us hypersensitive pansies with feelings that go against the flow are too hesitant to speak up.

All other issues aside, from my perspective, Mr. Tarantino has managed to leverage a serious and valid societal topic into an effective publicity event to promote his new movie, and that above all else I find highly unconscionable.

There. I said it.

Now I’m going to cower in the corner like the hypersensitive pansy that I am.