I log out of social media, certain that I have a large gray cloud of crackling lightning-bolt-anger hovering over my head. I take deep, cleansing breaths and shake my head. Then I consider taking a shower because I feel defiled by the ugly muck I just saw (and perhaps participated in).
I’m not sure what it is about the medium of the Internet that gives us the permission to bare the rudest, crudest versions of ourselves. Maybe we think that the screen separates us from the guiNov 09, 2016