I was going to tell you all a story my great-grandmother told me about how she was out skipping one day when she was 12 and her friends came running up to her to tell her that they just heard on the radio that the Titanic had sunk just off the coast. But I can’t even tell the story because I’m sick of everyone trying to milk a hundred-year-old tragedy right to the last drop. Not sick in a more-morally-righteous way, but in a fatigued, “who really gives a shit anymore?” sort of way. Literally every way you turn your head there’s a Titanic memorial or a Titanic ‘celebration’ or some other shitty event. I don’t know. 

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