Catlitter

X asks me about Gallowaycat. No, I have nothing to say about that in particular (nb surely one imitates rather than, as some would have it, impersonates a cat), other than:

Laughter, at those who, clearly addicted to and enjoying this spectacle, seek to place themselves morally above those participating..
As if this sneering condescension at the inanities and degradations of the game weren’t already the game itself; as if their particular brand of smug derision, of ironic enjoyment isn't itself manufactured by the show; as if those who are on-screen and visible are degrading themselves significantly more than the million invisible voyeurs lapping up the snuff theatre.

Admirably they perform their Big Brother task: mop up whatever morsel of scandal we place in front of your nose, talk about it eagerly and with excitement as if you’d just thought of it yourself. At no point reject it as tedious unimportant guff and continue with your own agenda.