It’s all so much become a “if this person doesn’t care for something I love, I’m going to impute Bad Reasons to them for it (sexism, racism, whatever) and I’m going to do whatever I can to dunk on them” and when did life become a giant game of, uh, micturational combat and again, I am so tired.
Folks, this: we are all fellow-passengers to the grave. Ain’t none of us getting out of this alive no matter how many points we score or how many people we dunk on or how much hashtag activism we do. And life is hard and a lot of people are hurting and my general MO is not to add to that hurt.
There might be a deathbed somewhere occupied by someone thinking “I should have spent more time thinking about politics,” but that someone is almost certainly not someone I am going to mourn.