By Steve Cichon
steve@buffalostories.com
@stevebuffalo
It’s not the overtly disgusting cartoon-character dirtbags I’m most worried about.
It’s the upstanding All-American types for whom power and status is an intoxicant, who allow themselves to use their clout and that little bit of power buzz to mercilessly prey upon those around them.
Those preyed upon might not even realize they’ve punched a ticket to unveil some dark perverse corner in an All-American gutter until it’s too late.
When it stays in the shadows, this authoritative debaucher can simply go on pretending this behavior doesn’t exist– until that inebriation of power strikes again, and a blurry, out-of-focus green light means another victim.
We’re seeing flood lights blasted into corners we’ve either didn’t know existed or tried to ignore. It’s really, really uncomfortable either way– and there are plenty who’d prefer to say, “just please stop already.”
For as uncomfortable that light pouring out of dark gutters is for most of us– for many upstanding powerful All-American types, there’s a mirror in that bright light, and every time a corner gets lit up, that intoxicating buzz starts to feel a bit more like a hang over.
And maybe someone doesn’t get harassed or assaulted today.
