On social media and the need to scream into the void
I could have chosen any number of posts. I chose this one simply because it came across my feed as I was conceiving this piece. And, as always, they're the victim: It used to be that you would go to the corner bar, grouse, and be ignored by the other patrons who simply wanted to have a drink and process their days. Hell, back in my youth, the missus and I would go to the late, great Jerry's Deli in Marina Del Rey. There was a couple there which hated Barack Obama. They'd go on and on, and we'd laugh at them, needle them, and that was it. They'd go on about their day, and we would ours. This was, oh, 2009-2011, before Twitter exploded, before Facebook became a thing. Yes, we disagreed, but it wasn't existential. (And yes, of course they were white.) And that was, at most, 5% of the interaction. What social media is is the corner pub where everyone goes, and is populated by the most insane and loud people who demand that you not only listen to their diatribes, b...
