Did neither of you read the part honoring first responders and on-site victims? This essay is directed specifically toward people who watch the events unfold on TV and chatter away about it as a way to “connect” as if it was an exciting bonding experience orchestrated for an audience, rather than a real event with piss and shit and blood and smoke and fear sweat, and the surrender of civil rights domestically and indiscriminate bloodshed worldwide to political machinations that were ready and waiting for us to be scared enough to sign them over willingly and look the other way when things got really, really ugly.

Because we were sorta complicit and stupid and racist-ish (by today’s standards) about the whole thing and did humiliating personal stuff in front of Alexa and we’d like to keep our jobs now. God knows what could be dug up now and taken out of context. (Or put into context!) If they can come for Chrissy Teigen, they can come for anybody.