Apparently, we have reached the point where actual, real-life, grown-up adults are spending their Wednesdays mad at a cinnamon-roll company’s Twitter account.
In case you haven’t heard, America’s favorite source of sugary-stomach-cement, Cinnabon, posted a tweet saying “RIP Carrie Fisher, you’ll always have the best buns in the galaxy,” and people went nuts. Threatening to boycott, calling for people to be fired . . . you know, the usual stuff. And in response, Cinnabon did what companies all too often do when faced with an angry Internet Mob: It deleted the tweet and apologized.
That last part is the only thing that anyone should be upset about. Why would Cinnabon apologize? After all, anyone who knows anything about Carrie Fisher would know she wouldn’t have been offended by it — we’re talking about someone who once joked that she wanted her obituary to say that she was “drowned in moonlight, strangled by [her] own bra.”
But the truth is, most of this outrage likely isn’t even about Carrie Fisher at all. No, many of these people aren’t so much concerned about Fisher’s memory as they are themselves offended. They are uncomfortable with death, and they believe that it is the world’s responsibility to keep them comfortable. No doubt, our culture is one in which jokes about death and dead people are “taboo” — but I really don’t understand why that is.
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