Every day, it's Hamilton, Hamilton, Hamilton. From big news that the socialist candidate for president is a member of the one percent:
While Mr. Sanders didn’t acquire the tickets like the 99 percent of Hamilton fans scouring the Internet for seats or buying them months in advance, Michael Briggs, a spokesman for the campaign, said Mr. and Ms. Sanders did pay $167 each for two house seats, the small number of seats that are generally reserved for people like dignitaries and relatives of cast members.
To even bigger news that the most insufferably hyped musical in living memory is (probably) about to become a even-more-insufferably hyped book:
OOH DAZZLING! [note: not an actual quote from the story, just my impression of a breathless quote from the story]
To worries that Hamilton is secretly problematic:
Yeah! Oh yeah, as a theatrical production, it’s incredible. As a Broadway musical, it’s amazing and deserves all the credit it gets. But as anything that conveys information to people about the past, it’s highly problematic!
[Sorry, highly problematic. Mon dieu!]
To BuzzFeed's founder proudly highlighting what amounts to a free advertorial for the musical that surely hasn't gotten enough kudos/PR yet:
Why Hamilton Matters https://t.co/ReL0pM3H62 via @jxmccarter @buzzfeed
— Jonah Peretti (@peretti) April 11, 2016
To really, actually, all of BuzzFeed over the last few months (it goes on like this for a while):
I could really stand to never see the word "Hamilton" in my Twitter feed* ever again. You people are all grotesque nutjobs.
Finally there's something to cleanse the palate, though. Something to wash the sing-songy, Acela-Corridor-beloved crap out of my mouth. Something good and wholesome and delightful and fun, good for the whole family!
I speak, of course, about the new Game of Thrones trailer.
Honestly, you couldn't pay me—you literally could not give me cash-money to write words about the cultural product under discussion, something I, again, literally, do for a living—to watch Hamilton. I refuse: partly on principle, partly because I'd just hate it anyway. But I'll gladly pay HBO for the privilege to watch Game of Thrones—a fine, uplifting bit of moralistic entertainment—every week for 10 all-too-brief weeks every spring.
Anyway, sorry to interrupt your morphine drip of Hamilton news with a video of something good and interesting. I'm sure if you wait two minutes Lin Manuel Whatshisface will tweet a letter Alexander Hamilton wrote to a dying soldier or something and you can retweet it a billion times and add the crying emoji and maybe include a hashtag-blessed because PRAISE GAWD we all existed at the same time as him on this otherwise-insignificant speck of interstellar dust hurtling through the meaningless void.
As you were.
*Or on my website. Don't think this wasn't taken into account during your annual review, Lachlan.