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Nazi Salutes, DEI Rollbacks, Gleeful Hate & Ignorance
Now I get why we’re all self-medicating with internet drama.
Normally, I wouldn’t care about the Justin Baldoni/Blake Lively kerfluffle but lately I feel like a vein-slapping addict. Gimme more, as Britney so sagely crooned. In between work and reading a new novel, I’ve been consumed by tea channels and online commentators, court filings and PR jockeying. And while I have a very strong opinion on the matter, I’m fascinated by how much I care about rich celebrities battling in the court of public opinion.
And then it occurred to me — the drama is my Sancerre, a sweet anesthetic, a lobotomy-lite. It makes the medicine go down. It makes the daily horror that is our reality easier to bear.
I worry about many things — how I’ll pay for my cat’s insulin, rent, the student loan forbearance that expires in March. I wonder how I’ll claw my way back to finishing a third book. How I’ll keep my sanity intact amidst a world that is intent on imploding all around me.
I also worry about fellow Americans who seem to have lost their fucking mind and all of the plot. The contortions they take in defending a Nazi salute while the footage is censored across Europe and Germans warn us how history has a funny way of repeating itself if we’re not diligent…
