Motive, Means, and Opportunity

Knowing what to question (everything) and when (all the time). Death, Madonna, and Summer House edition.

I’m bored with taking sides.

It feels, increasingly as if everything has turned into a zero sum game, which has me questioning if we’re depriving ourselves of certain indulgences. Certain mysteries, theories, or analyses. I think a symptom of living in terrible times is a sort of ambient extremity in temper. People want certainty, and they want to know where everyone stands. Flare-ups shoot up like flames in a burning building, windows blown out almost out of nowhere. Even the BBL influencers are running each other over with their cars. Everything is either incredible or heinous, we’re either obsessed with it or we hate it and it’s fucking over and it’s embarrassing. You either condemn someone or you condone them, and actually, you’re probably complicit. I’m guilty of this often. I hear the things coming out of my mouth and stop dead half the time because I can’t believe I got got! Like a sucker, like a fucking mark. So I issue the quick rejoinder “unless…”