(The title panel there is taken from one of the original posters for the film Reefer Madness.)
There’s an apocryphal anecdote (variously attributed to Shaw, Churchill, Twain, Marx… the usual quotemeisters, none of whom actually said it) that goes something like this:
MAN: Would you sleep with me if you were given a million dollars for it?
WOMAN: Yes, I suppose I would.
MAN: Would you sleep with me for a dollar?
WOMAN: Of course not! What kind of woman do you think I am?
MAN: I believe we’ve already established that, and now we’re just haggling over the price.
That’s kinda what this story is about: that first step and the slippery slope that it puts on one. The thing is: I think there are a lot more us on it than would care to admit it.