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Lara Logan & Elizabeth Smart are regarded as whores in people’s subconscious i
| cowgod | 02/08/26 |
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Date: February 8th, 2026 6:13 PM Author: cowgod Lara Logan She came back to the studio under bright lights and perfect makeup. The same desk. The same music. The same script. But the room had changed. No one said it. They never say it. They just watched her a little closer. They listened for a tremor in the voice. They wondered what else might break loose on air. Television likes clean faces. Untroubled faces. Faces that look like nothing bad has ever happened to them. But she carried a story no one in the control room wanted to think about. It crawled in from the street, from the dark, from a mob no one could control. And now it sat under studio lights, wearing a microphone. Executives talk about ratings and tone and brand. They use words like “fit” and “direction” and “chemistry.” But underneath the language is something older. People fear the unlucky. They fear the marked. They think trouble travels with certain names. So the segments get shorter. The assignments get softer. The phone rings less. No one says it’s because of the night in the square. They say it’s editorial. They say it’s business. But deep down, they’re just doing what people have always done. Step back from the wounded. Keep the set clean. Keep the story off the carpet.
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Elizabeth Smart She came home to a world that wanted a miracle. A happy ending. A ribbon tied around the whole ugly thing. The cameras loved the rescue. The reunions. The soft music and the tears. But miracles don’t erase memory. And the public never quite knows what to do with someone who has seen the worst of it. They look. They listen. And somewhere in the back of their minds, a quiet thought forms. She’s different now. No one says it out loud. They say she’s brave. They say she’s strong. They say she’s an inspiration. But inspiration makes people uncomfortable. It reminds them how fragile everything is. How easily a normal life can be dragged into the dark. So they keep their distance. Not physically. Socially. Emotionally. In ways no one can quite point to. She becomes a symbol instead of a person. A story instead of a girl. And symbols live alone. People don’t like the wounded. Not really. They like the idea of healing, the speech, the ribbon, the ending. But the living reminder of what can happen in the night —that makes them uneasy. So they smile. They clap. They praise the courage. And then they step back into their safe, clean lives, leaving the survivor standing under the lights, still carrying the story no one else wants to hold. |