Ah, Ruth; Desperately trying to hang on to the vestiges of her childlike innocence, surrounded by brains saturated with an almost encyclopedic knowledge of all things prurient.
I would agree that her ignorance of alternative, deviant, and downright abhorrent lifesyles has been reduced dramatically in the past few years. What I find interesting is that Ruth and Sheldon were musical partners for many many years, during which Sheldon seems to have shared nary a whit of his extensive understanding of these matters. And yet when I show up, the dam seems to have burst, and Sheldon now appears to consider band rehearsals to be an outlet for his aberrant wit.
Therein lies the rub. Am I co-defendant or catalyst? Co-conspirator or witless chucklehead? I may never know … It is a zero-sum, chicken:egg game.
When it comes down to it really, to coin a blues phrase, "...'taint no thang, I s'pose."
And I for one welcome Ruth's newfound understanding of the broader world around her.
However, in deference to Gentle Paul, I also am beginning to understand the value of subtlety and nuance.
Hey! I've learned something in this band.