Adoration can be a toxic thing. Too much of it and it can go to someone’s head. It can make them crazy. It can make them crave the intoxicating feeling of audience love as furiously as one could ever crave anything.
The blonde knew all about adoration.
She’d been adored. The public had been mad about her. They saw her as a champion. Women saw her as someone who would fight on their behalf.
It hadn’t always been this way. She’d been working for years at a network that devalued women, treating them with condescension and contempt.
The blonde had inadvertently made herself a star. She’d spoken back to a brutal monster who was running to be this nation’s President. She’d asked a tricky question, and he didn’t like that.
She didn’t back down. Her voice was like ice. She was sassy and knew what she was doing. Her hair shone like fire.
And the madman set out to destroy her.
He pitted his followers against her. They terrorized her. She had to hire security. They made her life a misery.
But she emerged a star. Fueled by adoration, she left the safety of her network and struck out for greener pastures.
It didn’t work out.
The blonde did not fit in. Things started to turn. Her ratings plunged downward. Her audience became bored. Then she made a comment in such poor taste that she was fired.
How did she feel? Watching all the glamour and adoration fade?
But the blonde went and made a new home for herself on Twitter. She started a podcast. She tweeted. But she became crueler and crueler.
She started attacking women of color with her icy words. Her fiery rhetoric became closer and closer to pure hate. She didn’t stop. Maybe she couldn’t stop.
She seemed to target women of color. She also targeted Ted Lieu, who gracefully told the blonde off to the delight of many. The “fire and ice” had departed, replaced by smug meanness and discontent. One wonders if she ever even realized it.