There was a time in my life that what I really wanted to do was write about pop culture. I wanted to lose myself in a movie or a TV show and write about that experience. What I loved. What I hated. What moved me. What made me put it away or never want to put it down. I wanted to enjoy these fictional worlds and get caught up in them.
It feels like that idea is a million years in my past.
Just because I want to watch an old episode of Star Trek instead of Rachel Maddow is not wrong. But it feels wrong.
I’d love to write about why Star Wars Episode IX is going to be great and here are ten reasons why, but there’s an orange-hued buffoon rage tweeting to a porn star he had an affair with and I want to curl up and die.
There’s a new book by John Scalzi out and I can’t wait to read it, but journalists are getting killed and there’s a massive international cover-up.
We have climate change deniers in office while massive hurricanes kill thousands of US citizens and cause millions of dollars in damages.
If you discuss these things on social media you get called a cuck or, amusingly, an NPC. You get derided as a social justice warrior if you believe the role of the Doctor can absolutely be played by a woman or enjoy the diversity in the new Star Wars trilogy.
I want to write about sports, but you can’t without bringing up dangerous concussions or racial divides. I mean, you can ignore these topics, but you shouldn’t because they are important.
Marketing and promotions are something I enjoy, but finding the right story to tell that walks the line of a divided country is nigh impossible. Nike seemingly took a chance with Colin Kaepernick, but not really since their sales have been through the roof post his viral ad campaign.
Everything is political.
However, because everything is political I’m either pissed off or depressed all the time or I’m indifferent and not “paying attention.”
I’m really tired of feeling and thinking that way. John Mulvaney’s analogy is spot on―Trump is like a horse loose in a hospital.
I don’t want to think about him.
I can’t stop thinking about him.