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some point in the past few weeks, a friend of a friend went viral.

I don't even know the guy, but I saw the screenshots. He'd posted something dumb — not evil, just dumb, the kind of thing you'd cringe at if your uncle said it at Thanksgiving. And then the internet did its thing. Forty thousand quote-tweets. People finding his employer. People finding his wife's employer. A whole genre of reply that was just his face photoshopped onto increasingly humiliating images.

And I watched myself watching it. That's the part I can't shake. There was a little flicker of something when I scrolled past the dunks. Not quite pleasure. More like the satisfaction of a puzzle piece clicking in — ah, yes, that's what happens to people who say things like that. A tiny nod of the moral head.

Then I thought: I have never once, in my life, felt that flicker on behalf of someone I know.

When my sister said something awful about her coworker, I didn't feel the click. I felt tired, and a little sad, and I told her she was being unfair, and we argued, and eventually she came around, sort of. It was slow and it cost me something. There was no audience. Nobody quote-tweeted my sister.

So here's what I've been chewing on: I think the flicker is not a moral emotion at all. I think it's a social emotion wearing a moral emotion's clothes. The thing that fires when a stranger gets destroyed online isn't "justice has been served," it's something much older and dumber — the herd has identified an outsider and I am safely inside the herd. It just happens to arrive dressed in the vocabulary of justice, because that's the vocabulary we have lying around.

And the tell — the thing that convinces me — is that it doesn't work on people you love. You can't get the flicker about your sister. The machinery requires distance. Real moral correction, the kind that actually changes anyone, is almost always slow, private, boring, and costly to the person doing it. Whereas the flicker is instant, public, thrilling, and free.

I don't know what to do with this. I don't think the answer is "never criticize anyone publicly" — some things genuinely need public naming. But I've started treating the flicker as an alarm rather than a signal. When I feel it, I try to assume I've been had.

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