I told them. They didn’t listen to me. They were right and I was, well, unacceptable. They went from effective, hardcore, flea-bitten realists to fighters for the resistance, because everything was literally Hitler, every burp and fart, and more importantly, every twit had to be noted, excoriated, ridiculed and ripped to shreds. It felt so good to be outraged, and there was always something new to be outraged about.
Remember when NBC was under fire for broadcasting a comedian’s light mockery of Pearl Harbor survivors? And when a costume that the recording artist Macklemore performed in struck some as anti-Semitic? And when Jennifer Lawrence made a rape joke? And Ira Glass’s dig at Shakespeare? And a Washington Post contributor’s remark on marriage and gender violence? And Raven-Symoné’s comment about her racial identity?
Yeah, me neither.
