I hate the Guardian as much as the next person but I still get their daily email so I won’t miss gems like this.
I’m not being sarcastic: This is outstanding…
Is it that you got cocky, falling for your own hype? You saw your name scrawled on bus stops, the way you were called upon to sell both perfume and cat food, and you thought: they love me, the world is mine.
But, we see now, you had one hit, and you traded on it for too long. (…)
One day we’ll look back at you, Sex, as a much-loved but frivolous game, much as our ancestors must have done at jousting, or the lost art of dice. And we’ll marvel that you lived so long, that you inspired such art, such death. But you made your bed, Sex, and now you have to lie in it. RIP.
