Somebody please, please, explain to me the Dominican obsession with blood and guts. Never have I experienced it at this level in any other culture.
Boyfriend of my gf sister gets jacked in an accident (moto, of course), and the first thing she want to do is send me photos. I protest vehemently, that I have no desire to see mutilated bodies, but she insists that I really need to see how badly his face is mangled.
I know we've been down this path before, but for the life of me, I just don't get it.
What does it say about a culture where people are at the ready with smartphone on the scene of every accident?
Boyfriend of my gf sister gets jacked in an accident (moto, of course), and the first thing she want to do is send me photos. I protest vehemently, that I have no desire to see mutilated bodies, but she insists that I really need to see how badly his face is mangled.
I know we've been down this path before, but for the life of me, I just don't get it.
What does it say about a culture where people are at the ready with smartphone on the scene of every accident?