Dear Joss Whedon, It’s Not Me, It’s You
I’m not angry. I’m disappointed. No…wait…I am fucking angry.
And bitterly disappointed. And sad. And ashamed. And baffled. And proud.
I lost one of the very few male heroes I have this week, and I’m not the only one. I’ve learned some serious life lessons in the last week and I’ve had to take a long hard look at myself and my own values. But this isn’t about me.