so we’re watching The Sopranos as per usual, and Tony’s just started having another affair. You’re kind of drawn in by the idea of him falling in love, until you remember his wife.
“What a dick!” I say, when this pertinent penny drops.
“Why?” says special k. “He’s the boss.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” I say, pausing just long enough for a nod of affirmation, even though it wasn’t a question, “so why should he?”
“He’s a gangster,” says special k, as though it’s all terribly obvious. “He’s not exactly morally sound.”
Which reminds me of something else I’ve thought a bit about:
Does love depend on morality? By which I mean, if the person you love – let’s say your spouse – came home and told you they’d committed a murder, would you still feel ok about loving them? Does the feeling depend on believing in the moral integrity of the person you love? And if so, is it really love?
And to finish the quiz, does Tony like his orange juice
a) with pulp,
b) without pulp
c) with some pulp