Everything is outrageous. Outrage has become our default setting.
It’s exhausting, really, being outraged all the time. What’s worse, it blunts the impact of outrage. These days, that shit’s like the dollar in 1930: barely valuable enough to be worth churning out.
Of course, there are things by which we should rightly be outraged. Many of them, in fact.
Shark Week? Not so much.
Life As We Blow It #90: The outrage factory
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