The Wonky Newscycle
“I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes
And make it go away” — Sunday, Bloody Sunday by U2
Every morning she promises herself that today will be different. That she will not go there. Then comes the excuses. Yesterday’s late night shows are not really news. Public radio is not beholden to financial interests. Newspapers are important outlets for the democratic debate and she should participate. Every afternoon she is filled with righteous outrage. Her attention is in a chokehold by stupid tweets and stray comments. She is paralyzed by the futility of trying to react to it. Every night she self-soothes with candy and old sitcoms until bedtime because no news is good news.
Regitze Ladekarl has re-emerged as a raconteur after a long, successful career elsewhere. She crafts universal tales from everyday lives with an honest, sharp and witty pen. Besides working on a forthcoming novel, she flexes her voice with personal essays, flash fiction, and method writing here on Medium.
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