As blogged by Patrick Goldstein, Josh Olson takes the L.A. Times to task for an article that pits “middle America” against “Hollywood elites” regarding the Roman Polanski child rape case. Olson is appropriately snarky, and his response brings to my mind other instances when self-professed moral authorities (of either Left or Right stripe) demand to know where my outrage is or why I haven’t commented on such-and-such. Here’s a great snip:

I cannot pretend, as some have, to have spent the last thirty years gnashing my teeth at the fiend Polanski’s escape from justice, but neither can I pretend to be outraged that a convicted criminal who fled prosecution has been caught. Perhaps I missed the meeting where these things were explained, but it just never occurred to me that I was supposed to stage a rally when something happened that doesn’t bother, interest or affect me in the least.

Melissa Silverstein is quoted as saying, “I think people are afraid to talk in Hollywood. They are afraid about their next job.” Well, she’s half right. We’re all scared about our next job. That’s the nature of the business. You never know where the next paycheck is coming from. What we are NOT, however, is sitting around fretting about whether or not Roman Polanski will be displeased with us if we publicly state that we think raping children is a bad thing.

As a rule, when I read the news that a fugitive from justice has been caught, my standard response is to think, “How nice,” and turn the page. If it’s a particularly interesting story, I might tell my girlfriend about it, but until this moment it never occurred to me that I was supposed to alert the media as to my feelings on the subject. It’s hard enough keeping up with all the injustice in the world. Now we have to stand up and shout every time it goes the way it’s supposed to? No offense to Ms. Silverstein, but some of us have jobs.

The rest is worth a gander.

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