There is nothing to be learned from the tragic rise and fall of public men that we see on blogs. That is not their function. Their degradation is mere spectacle that blogs use to sublimate the general anxieties of their readers. To make us feel better by hurting others. To stress that the people we’re reading about are freaks, while we are normal.

I hope my kids to understand the feeling of glitter in their nostrils and oil pastels on their faces. I want them to carry the weight of a microphone in their hands, the stickiness of the space bar, and the squish of an eraser in between their teeth.