In
the abundant ugliness of twenty-first century America, it is often
difficult to discern a single stool amidst the cesspool of shit. But
every once in a while, a turd stands out.
And
that would be the social media shaming of Geoffrey Owens, a former
cast member of The Cosby Show, after
he was discovered working at Trader Joe's.
I'd
wager the person who “discovered” him was a.) young and b.)
sheltered, with a terminal case of helicopter parents. This person has no
idea of the struggles and travails life has in store for those of us
who make it beyond childhood.
Which
is why this person thought it would be funny to post Owens' picture
on social media and laugh at his fall from fame and celebrity.
Fame
is fickle. Success is fickle. Life is fickle. One minute you're
walking along dead positive that life has a beat. The next it's a
broken turntable with a tonearm that won't stay in the groove.
I'd
like this person to tell me what he or she feels would have been appropriate
for Mr. Owens after the acting gigs dried up. Welfare? Meth? Mom's
basement?
Geoffrey
Owens is doing what he has to do to keep a roof over his head and
food on the table. Why is that not respected? Why are we laughing at
this?
Is
it because we're kept awake at night by the possibility that it could
happen to us? Is this the nervous laugh of people so terrified by this
outcome since they are—in all likelihood –a single paycheck
removed from it themselves?
Or
is it the sneering, knee-jerk meanness so many of us require to feel
validated in this, the Dark Age of Trump?
When
we laugh at a self-sustaining working man doing what he's gotta do to
stay in the game, we are in deeper shit than we know.
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