Jill Biden's White House Christmas and the Worthlessness of an Encompassing Narrative
If you were waiting with bated breath for the Washington Post's take on Jill Biden's approach to Christmas at the White House, here it is.
Washington Post: Jill Biden's first White House Christmas brings back a warmer, simpler vibe
Obviously, no one was waiting and no one was surprised.
I have no idea what the former trophy wife of a senile accused serial predator who styles herself as a doctor did here and I don't really care.
What I do know and what you all know, is that Jill Biden could have sent a staffer to shop for 5 minutes at K-Mart, and then had blind hobos run around randomly throwing glue and confetti at the walls and the Washington Post would have had the same headline.
Conversely, anything Melania Trump did would get the opposite kind of stories.
The classic example is... "Washington Post: Melania Trump's normal Christmas decorations reveal her secret."
Normal is at best mediocre and at worst sinister for Melania, but refreshing and warm for Jill.
Obviously, this has nothing to do with the actual decor. But in a thoroughly politicized society, the narrative has to permeate even the pettiest corners of life. And when the narrative permeates everything, then the discourse becomes worthless. If you know what everyone is going to say, there's no point in listening except to reinforce your existing prejudices. This applies to much more significant things than decorations.
Whether it comes to the seriousness of the Omicron variant, the cause of a particular disaster, or virtually anything, when you know the narrative, you also know what a given source will say. And that narrative may overlap with the truth, or it may not, but that will not change the narrative. The tremendous levels of institutional distrust are a direct result of narrative distrust.