Porn and Suicide

I talked to one of the dancers at breakfast. They just got on the ship last week for probably a 6 month contract. They were immediately brought to a room for training. The very beginning of their training went like this “we’re going to talk about suicide. You all know what suicide is, right?” Then they were told if they feel ANY symptoms of depression they are to go to the doctor. This is crazy. Welcome to your new job! You’ll probably want to kill yourself. No, we’re not kidding. No seriously.

We have entered a new phase as a cast and I think it is that we have finished the stages of grief about living on the ship. Either my brain is completely off, or this is the feeling of acceptance.

While waiting to leave the ship yesterday, I found myself on a staircase. Everyone else was waiting on the huge landing while security milled around and decided whether or not we could get off the ship. This means I was standing over two Jamaican gentlemen who looked like they were sharing you know, the photos from last nights party or something. Very casually watching a little screen. Well it was porn. They were very casually watching porn in a crowded hallway with like 300 people around them. I think this is the truly new era of the iPhone. On the way back to the ship, I saw a dock worker relaxing in his forklift, looking at his iPhone. Now I know what he is looking at.