1) Cracked do esn't exist to be nice, or polite, or really to be taken as "serious journalism." It's sort of their thing to be rude, shocking, and in-your-face.
2) Maybe sometimes we NEED that-- because this is the other half of the story. OK, maybe more like the other three percent of the story. Yes, I'm really sick of it being the representative image of all of us (me having a meltdown-- woman crying loudly, cursing creatively, or smoking like a train, or assiduously stuffing every unnecessary thing she owns into cardboard boxes labelled "GOODWILL," all the while smiling waaaaay to brightly and speaking in waaaaaaaay to cheerful of a voice-- no feces or bodily fluids involved). I'm really sick of bad practices that provoke more and worse distress than necessary. I'm REALLY FECKING SICK of the "burden on society" shtick. I mean, seriously-- are we Neolithic hunter-gatherers?? Shall we leave our old people out to die if grocery prices are too high next winter?? Refuse to recognize our boys as men until they've clubbed a dozen seals, and kill all female children at birth unless there is already one healthy son in the household??
They wouldn't have either, had it not been a survival imperative. I'm sure they didn't like it. So, in our relatively secure and prosperous age, let's drop that crap.
But-- this is the other piece of the story. And they're right-- no one wants to look at it. Most of US, HERE, don't want to look at it-- it's sort of like whistling past the graveyard, isn't it????
But we're not going to figure out how to do any better if we don't look at it. If it isn't in our faces.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"