Simply put, sensationalism is the unexpected perversion that you sort-of expected not to happen, now, but later. It’s a theoretical complex with blistering force, but it’s destructive power lies in the unknown nuances from capturing national audiences, to loud-mouth gossiping entities. Are car-wrecks ostentatious by design, or do we have to stop to look at each part of debris disassembled in slow-motion off the asian station wagon? We are (as in the collective of zombies observing reality) constantly in a rut of push-and-shove, shove-and-pull. The question is do we actually give a fuck, or is this all part of the Matrix we’re not meant to question? In due time, what we perceive as sensationalist — slowly, and inevitably dies down, until it is- by design- inconceivably (AND unfortunately) normal. Genovesian complexes are those norms engraved into us at a societal level- what we see offends us, but are we ourselves offensive if we intervene?