Once upon a time, people needed a reasonably compelling reason to become outraged.
A scandal. An injustice. Somebody stealing their parking space.
Today, outrage has become a full-time occupation.
Entire industries exist to inform us that we should be furious about something we hadn't even heard of five minutes earlier.
And the remarkable thing is how efficiently it works.
A person can wake up in a perfectly good mood, check their telephone, and become absolutely livid before brushing their teeth.
Personally, I prefer to reserve my outrage for truly important matters.
Like discovering that the television remote has disappeared.
Or finding out that somebody has put pineapple on a perfectly respectable pizza.
Civilization has standards.
At least it used to.