If you had a reaction to that Michelob Ultra commercial where Zoe Kravitz goes soundlab with tapping, whispers, and drinking, there is a reason for that: it was designed that way.
Days of remembrance, such as this anniversary of the Challenger disaster, remind us that along with the memories and thoughts of what we felt comes a responsibility to teach the past and the lessons from it. Not just for recording the events, but in explaining to those who didn’t live through them what it was like.
There is still quite a bit of doubt that the lawsuit will be successful. Still, the fulcrum point of any civic action as to whether it is going anywhere or not is discovery, and having probing eyes into his operations is something Alex Jones cannot be happy about.
While I ponder how to extricate myself from the gooey mire of QAnon Twitterland, please learn a lesson from my folly: You cannot troll those who have attached themselves to perhaps the biggest troll of all time.
Sometimes, if you let them, people can still surprise you. And for once, an outrage cycle story gets a happy, appropriate ending.
Michael Myers is back and basically the same.
The lawsuit, and Elliott’s plan to “dox” and expose the women who anonymously added to the list, were met with the expected mixed reaction, from cheers of encouragement to Elliott for “fighting back”, to, of course, GoFundMes for both parties.
The “My Favorite Murder” podcast, in which the two hosts take turns telling each other a story about a true-life murder each week, was #1 on iTunes within six months of the first episode. The show soon had a dedicated Facebook fan group and Twitter following (in which I am a late-but-enthusiastic-participant.)