When I was a child, we played a silly game called fruit basket turnover. These last few weeks, I have felt as if I have been in a fruit basket, turning topsy turvy. My emotions about “SkankGate” are all jumbled.
At first, I was stunned with the news reports. Shocked. Thrown back against the wall.
Mystified. How could this have happened?
Angry. How could this be truthful?
Disgusted. Wall-to-wall media coverage, conclusions reached prematurely. Guilty until proven innocent.
Betrayed. By her.