Talia is an Everywoman and we’re all projecting our hopes and fears on her.
Many years ago in Charleston, South Carolina, an old woman taught me how to catch crabs. She took the oldest, most disgusting spoiled meat out of her freezer, tied a line around it and dropped it into the water. After a while, there would be a pull on the line and she pulled the meat out of the water, with a crab holding on. Even though the crab was now in the air, it refused to let go of the meat, and eventually was caught and thrown into a bucket.
As the bucket filled with crabs, the woman explained that she didn’t have to worry about the crabs climbing out of the bucket; any crab that started to make its escape would be pulled back down by the other crabs.
She looked at me and said “people are like that, too.”
That story, my dear web dwellers is a microcosm of the sh*t storm surrounding the perils of our online Pauline (Talia).
(please click on the link above to read the rest of the story, thanks.)