I recently learned that an abusive ex died. I hadn't really thought about him in decades, but I kept seeing people we used to know remembering him fondly, glowingly even. That made me feel weird. I do not have good memories of our time together. Then I heard that he may have committed suicide and that one of the things he was dealing with was a domestic violence charge and substance abuse.
So he hadn't changed. And his memorial page is full of adulation. I wonder how the victim of his violence feels. Worse than me probably and I don't feel very good.
It just makes me think how we will take any opportunity, even death, to rehabilitate terrible men, make any excuse for their appalling behaviors when all a woman has to do is say "I believe women are women" and their reputation is ruined.
Men are still objects of worship in this world. I hate it.