…that I made up. While supine on the sofa. Watching Gilmore Girls. And eating microwave popcorn.
And while I realise made up statistics aren’t always accurate… I feel, since this is my blog, I am entitled to foist my particular narrative onto whoever deigns to read this far.
In any event I am pretty confident that if you live in the first world, 95% of all outrage should actually be relabelled as ‘at most a mild-annoyance or misunderstanding, that has been whipped up to a foamy consistency and then portrayed as life or death through verbose language’. Potentially typed out all in capitals. Often championed by a demagogue or someone seeking to make their life seem relevant or meaningful (again).
Leaving 5% for genuine outrage.
Quickly checks that actually adds up to 100%. Okay… we’re good. Wouldn’t want to be derailed by maths.
Rory Gilmore is about to drop out of Yale. My wife annotates for me. I only have this vague sense of whats going on. Apparently this is quite a watershed moment though.
Our Friday nights are super exciting (these days).