As the world's getting filled with temptations, we're getting a bit frivolous and a bit fickle.
The gay community is very fickle. And I know because I'm part of it and I see it every day.
In the gay world, and in drag in particular, they love to put you on a pedestal and then two minutes later rip you down.
We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.
I think it's an oversimplification of somebody's worth to 'cancel' them. We're so quick to cancel but also so quick to lift somebody up as 'the queen,' 'the mom,' 'the dad,' 'the god.'
We Americans are childish about our celebrities and icons. We worship, then we denounce; we identify passionately with them and then, if they do something - anything - we dislike, we cast them off.
The problem with popularity is that if it gets too popular everybody leaves and goes somewhere else.
But man is a fickle and disreputable creature and perhaps, like a chess-player, is interested in the process of attaining his goal rather than the goal itself.
Even the most fickle are faithful to a few bad habits.
