We value what we think we can't have the most. And in the end, we never get what we wanted. A naked celebrity or something less base, it doesn't matter. It is discarded in search of the next needful mystery.

"In other words, the stereotypical gamer guy—with his pitcher of Mountain Dew and his Doritos-smudged controller—has become a minority."

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, wórld-sorrow; on an áge-old anvil wince and sing —
Then lull, then leave…