Fifty Shades of Orange

A few days after the US elec­tion, I re-acti­vat­ed my long-dor­mant Facebook account. My recent entry into midlife cre­at­ed a desire to re-con­nect with peo­ple. I also had a sense of curios­i­ty: How are peo­ple from the dif­fer­ent eras of my life react­ing to this unpres­i­dent­ed [sic] elec­tion?

According to the news­feed on the Book of Faces: Sharply Divided.

Nuance and shades of grey must reside in lurk­ers like myself, and are nev­er shown. But there are shades of orange. My whole feed is full of them.

Some are gloat­ing, some ter­ri­fied, but face­book duti­ful­ly sucks up and dis­trib­utes count­less images of a cer­tain thin, sag­gy orange peel coun­te­nance, and puts them in front of mil­lions of peo­ple, who, appar­ent­ly, can’t get enough.

So here’s to the Fifty Shades of Orange! This par­tic­u­lar mass of off-col­or cells are rapid­ly becom­ing etched into our col­lec­tive uncon­scious, and part of our his­to­ry, whether we like it, or not.