“No thanks,” said Seinfeld.
“Please?” said Kesha.
“No thanks,” repeated Seinfeld.
“A little one,” Kesha proposed.
“Yeah, no thanks,” said Seinfeld.
After Kesha let out a deflated sigh and stalked off, Seinfeld told Tommy McFly, whose interview Kesha had crashed, “I don’t know who that was.”
“That was Kesha,” said McFly.
“OK, well, I wish her the best,” said Seinfeld. Except he doesn’t. He wishes her a life without a hug she so desperately wants. You think you want a more honest society, where people feel free to state what they want and what they don’t, and then you watch a friendly human deflate over a thwarted hug and you end up not knowing what to think.
