I was STARVING after work. My boyfriend very kindly set about making me some eggs. He set the plate down in front of me. I just. Look. I think most of us see scrambled eggs and we KNOW what they’re going to taste like, and it’s not honey. It’s never one time been honey. Tonight it was honey.
I genuinely think that if you examined the rise of pay-to-watch sports in relation to the width of the divide between liberals and conservatives you would at the very least find some correlations worth exploring.
All of those things used to be accessible to ANYONE with a television - which, yes: still a privilege, but please: just give me this- and that made them a unifying force.
At the very least, they were a topic of discussion in which most people were able to participate. 🧵
Imagine being angry that an artist you love made a record that celebrated their happiness. Especially if you’ve been a fan of theirs for long enough that you’ve been a witness to their heartache. Sorry that you want everyone to be miserable forever: feels like that’s on you.
