Our Collective Weeping

Maybe we’re all crying. In some form. The tears won’t come, but rage is pouring out of us. And sorrow. And frustration. Instead of the Academy Awards being a celebration of artistic achievement, it becomes three-plus hours of an organization self-flagellating. Not violently, but slowly, methodically. Hours of it. We’re sorry. We’re still sorry. Just when you think we can’t be any sorrier, we’re sorry some more. How grueling. We watched the Academy publicly sob under the guise of comedy. Crying. Something, something, something must change. We’re vulnerable. We feel it down to our quivering bones. So we obsessively...

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