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| Makeshift memorial for Gabby in Florida. |
After just two days of posting about Gabby Petito, I fully understand how the news business works. You go with a story and if it gets clicks, you go with it the next day too, and the next and the next, until people lose interest. Until then, you grab their attention and all the advertisers along with it.
I don't have any advertisers and I don't want any attention, but it is satisfying to see the numbers of readers I've gotten for a particular post. Putting it more plainly, it's fun. And fun is hard to come by these days, what with a global pandemic holding us hostage for almost two years. Then along comes Gabby and Brian, and we can forget ourselves for awhile and focus on the pretty angel girl and her devil boyfriend.
Amazingly, there are all kinds of memorials to this 22-year-old high school graduate who we never heard of while she was alive. But somehow in death she's the new Joan of Arc. "She touched the world," says a sign at one location, adding, "Justice for Gabby." And exactly what would that justice be? Find Brian and nail him to a cross in the town square? Forbid men to kill their girlfriends from this day forward, starting now?
The truth is, if you meet an untimely end like they do on Law & Order: SVU, you're clickbait until the next pretty young thing, usually white, outdies you.
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