As of Sunday morning, this was not today's scheduled post. Even as of last night, it was not today's scheduled post. But I woke up this morning, thinking: "It doesn't feel right to march on with my plan for the day like nothing's happened. Something important has happened." And along with internalizing the grief and empathy for those affected in Orlando and elsewhere, there are some important questions to ask.
For those who want a work blog, I have a tie-in but first, a confession: I have been fascinated by Donald Trump's campaign. In conversation, my liberal circles are quick to pile on the "Trump: are you friggin' kidding me band waggon!?" while I typically remain silent and listen for a bit. The whole thing is (or has been) simply fascinating, if you temporarily suspend judgement and think about how the campaign and nomination has unfolded.
Now, before my loved ones disown me, don't misunderstand me: I am not certainly not pro-Trump. BUT what I do concede is: he's good at this game. In reality, the presidential election is a 2 year long period of strategic game theory, and it's playing out in a completely unexpected way. Do I wish the current "game" aka election period were a movie and not real life? Yes. But you have to admit that it has been fascinating.
However, I'm no longer entertained.
We're clearly talking about very extreme circumstances: (a) the worst mass shooting in the history of the U.S. and (b) the presidential campaign. So here's the question I pose: in a social media-centric world, where the word humblebrag is allotted a place in the Oxford Dictionary and self-promotion is the name of the game in work and life, how far is too far?
When is it (not) appropriate to take someone else's pain or glory and make it all about you?
And trust me, I'm holding up the mirror too; the irony that I'm writing a post about this on my personal blog is not lost on me.