Every morning the news seems to get worse, and the feeling of helplessness eats at me. I don’t know if I’m prepared to fly myself to Louisiana to learn how to clean birds, but I’m at the point of … enough. At least I can put my name on a list and see what might happen. You never know what you might be able to do until you raise your hand.
“Once an “enjoyable thing” becomes a “meme,” we stop enjoying the thing for its own sake, but consume and regurgitate our enjoyment of it as a symbol of hipness, as if to say: “I am aware of this thing’s popularity — therefore I, too, exist!”—
Joe Randazzo briefly but smartly hits the nail on the head.