That child is not sad. That child is not angry. That child is not wondering what kind of life he could of lived. That child does not think, “Mother, why did you not love me? That child is not thinking at all.
The only people it immediately affects, are the parents. It’s their decision, no one else’s.
When people tell me "They're just fictional characters," I feel bad for that person because their imagination is so stunted that they can't feel the life breathing from the characters that are alive in ways they cannot ever understand.
“There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there always has been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that ‘my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.’”—Isaac Asimov (via themadeshop)