Social media trains us to jut our chins out for the flimsiest convictions, like, “The moon is a cancelled parade. Don’t @ me.” (I know that no one says “don’t @ me” anymore, and when they did, it was like, Ha ha, imagine if I brook no dissent for THIS, that I would die on this hill. RIP me. I’m dead.) But there’s something in that @, a spiral gate that no one can enter. We all want attention and we all have our guards up in case that attention comes.
