Shit ain’t right, and it hasn’t been for a really long time. The early symptoms of infection manifested about six years ago. The scope of online journalism took a shady turn for the worst, through the beast mode of deplorable outlets like xoJane, and a few others that were supremely devoted to the thrill of capitalizing on the gross appeal of functional trolling.
There was a brief moment of reckoning when our humane instincts refused to normalize the offensive content that was getting out of hand. A terrifically bad personal essay that crossed the line, but gained worldwide recognition for the woman, who was publicly celebrating the passing of a former “friend” was the warning sign of things to come.
But whether we admit it or not, the victorious campaigning of Donald Trump, that served as the “must-see TV” for both critics and supporters was the enforcer of the speedy path to the ruin of journalistic integrity.
Late night show hosts were eager to provide the hearty laughs during an unfolding event that was anything but hilarious. Defeated institutions like Saturday Night Live finally discovered the route to a miraculous revival, thanks to the nonstop material from a dishonorable white male, who was maximizing his deadly privilege to the hilt.
